With all bad
there will arise good
in what form we may never know
lets just say that's not for us to know
and leave that to the planner above
For if we could would we roll back time
for there is no chance of change
and today will end as every other day
until the very last day
and only on that day will we understand
the ture meaning of time
at its most irrelevant moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem