Who is walking on a fade tape?
In the falling afternoon of yellow leaves?
Who is going to a mysterious land?
Walk holds hand tightly to that journey
Yesterdays are inflowing into the snake hole
Butterfly can't fix trance while flower blooms
Days enter into night's studio apartment!
Who is that person dazzling at the age of seventy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem