Sleeping in silent weeping, crying in winds of
fate that are holding me tightly in their grip.
Crystal tears of ice are falling deftly within,
causing me to be opened up unmercifully to another
world filled with the abandonment of living.
Access being denied to all outside sources, because
of the intrepid feelings of timidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem