</>the half left is another half sobbing in the homeland up in heaven
one gender is deified by a lonely person
the person's dream has never happened
he's still a boy. he doesn't know his inner gender
she's still questionable about her outside gender
when mixed, or beautifully put it, when integrated,
gender is not a matter
it doesn't matter at all.
two arms are embracing a baby son and a baby daughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem