Come, ghost mine
Just for a minute or two
Let us dance you and I
Between the waves
The dwindled feather of a dream.
In this narrow path
Where the stars and the night
Will flow through our skins.
Come! My journey!
I remember and you will
And you are the only who
Had made me cry
From a hundred of miles away
By the unholy despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem