May or June
the rain is gentle so is the wind
in the sleepy alley
myths are written all over the walls
a woman, leaning against the window
bathes herself in the afternoon sun
at the other end of the alley
a pair of eyes appear
bright and hot as July
gazing from May or June
into the distant October or November
beautiful lines are constantly being inscribed
on the walls in the sleepy alley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem