Where to depart...
From a lowly bridge
Or a tall cliff?
Or simply let the inner rot
Consume, sadness reign!
There will be a different air
A knew way to breathe.
My spirit will dance upon a dark ferry,
I will indeed be merry.
The shell of flesh will shed its skin
After the emitting smoke of gunfire,
Emptiness will let me win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good thnking............and rythm