See the mirror, my reflection can't even express words! Sitting is such musing, when smell touches everything from everywhere; whereas letting the journey to Wonderland adhering to the rule of mistiness. Oh that zoo, which bears my vanity of childhood red. Alas! No kin of mine is alive today. Yet the garden still holds the presence of abodes so-known.
Let them be probed who return decades after, 'have you ever eyed? The unceasing shadow eternally growing so tall? How magnificent I am when matched to them all! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem