His voice
Your tone
Reflects back
Again and again
To yourself
When you pierce
By an arrow
Of his
To the heart of his wall
He can smile
Keeping quiet
He knows
But you don’t know
That he does know
His tone is absorbed
And then
It is pointed
As a new to him
And to the other
You are happy
Because of that
He is happy
But there is a mistake
Of the reflection
Wall of own and other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem