we choose
that is basic
whether to write
about the blooming
cherry blossom
come spring
or the falling
and wilting and
then rotting of
the leaves of autumn
sometimes
whichever way is that
whether to choose
what is inside
and shy away from
what is outside
whether you turn
left or
take the right
side of the two-faced
road
somehow
there is this fairness
of one's choosing
whether there is pain
or joy
beauty remains
unabandoned
truth resides in
both houses
and peeps in any
window
it is the same house
actually
the same road
same sky
same river
same heart
whatever, whichever
at the
end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem