When man is alone, silent bell rings aloud. Without wings now he can sail the cloud. No doubt, he is the only tiger left in the tiny mangrove. Then he can make a solid ocean, a kingdom with his smell.
O yeah it's the October 26th,2057 A.D
Roars are sleeping under a tortoises train.63 million died, only a volcano survives...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem