hungry ghost festival
candles, food, paper money
and my goosebumps
hungry ghost festival
a solitary candle flickers
hell money rages in flame
hungry ghost festival
night wind sends the hell money
flying in the air
hungry ghost festival
hell ash notes fly
in the night lane
hungry ghost festival
never seen -
the chairs and their guests
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem