I stare at
A piece of beautiful cloud
In the sky with great pleasure,
Slowly it begins to move farther and farther
Towards the invisible sphere,
I cry
And ask the lovely cloud,
'Why are you disappearing
In the invisible realm? '
Soon the wonderful cloud murmurs in my ears,
'Dear friend!
Don't worry,
I will come back again
In your sleepy world
With more beautiful and promising stature.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting imaginative poem with great imagery.