</>If you could find the fountain of wisdom
wisdom would not tell you the telling answer to your question..
Water is transparent, and you still cannot look through
it's too early, the christians are taking the right positions,
waiting for singing psalms.
I am standing in the middle amongst the rows of christians.
You are a cameraman
Scenery is your baby.
If it is allowed, i really want to paint the water from the fountain black
so that i could sheer away from the pale face in the water
Illusively making your whereabouts
Disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem