We wish we are younger to sound it louder 
Perhaps when we are rich we will make it echo 
Life is a little tale told in a secret room 
Full of darkness then comes a random sparkles 
It all begins in the mud and will surely end in a mud 
What then do you seek my friend? 
Life itself is a toddler that needs to be nurture
the restlessness of hopelessness abound in nothingness 
Like the Greek gods that hover above Tartarus                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    