There was a book that weighed one life,
It had three pages wrapped in two pages,
The name of the colored wrapper was the gift of education,
The nation had the name of the day of his life
The ink of the pen ended with the first page composition.....
That page became the flower gardener of life.
The ink ran out on the middle page and the brush was used.....
The mistakes of life were painted with blood.
There was nothing left but love on the last page,
The book ended with a picture of his mother.
At the end of the book, the mother was in charge of the bright firefly......
The rest of the wrapper was left with it.
The main wrapper lost in the cruelty of nature;
The eyes go straight to the first page of the book......
The happiness of all the books that have been shattered in the dust;
Excluded by the readers .... brings sorrow.
In the midst of insults and rebukes.... the middle page went on,
New book opened to protect the honor of the book,
Wanted to save the rest of the wrapper and the last page;
There is a lot of talk to restore the respect of the book.
The reason for the first page today is the exclusion of the book.....
The rest of the pages are sad ... crying horrible present,
The prayer is that the unveiling of the wrapper should be on the first page;
Replace the wrapper should be held.
