Nothing to leave,
Nothing to acquire,
No where to arrive at,
No reason to
Give out a sigh.
No end, no beginning,
No color, no sky,
Whisper not dear waves!
I have my own whirlwind
That is ready to
Take me beyond the sky.
I have my morning
And also evening
With wonderful smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem