I wonder why the moon is so round
I wonder if it reflects us in that village
It's the month to answer, why?
Do you see us?
To remember the envy
She just longed for
Therefore it makes everything a lie
The circle is spinning Stop somewhere
Where is heaven and where is earth
With 'lost heaven' as the ground
Where to draw the horizon
The more divine you are, the more you have to balance the pluses and minuses.
In fact, work
Because a poet can write poetry
I do not need
Even if you can write a poem, the spirit of being able to write it
Must have at least
Do fun things with interesting people!
Said my best friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem