The drum Still plays in the chest
Wandering minstrel wind always makes tune
On the wings of the sleeking sun light
Rider is the bird of mind
The deception overwhelms everyone
Unreasonably unreasonably
In the deep green foliage
The bird of the mind sings in an illusory melody
Stumbling on the way
Falling behind all the time
Yet his mind goes away, his mind goes away
In the drunken game of defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem