Vast freshwater mountain lake
surrounded by high green mountains,
a lonely man on a boat in distance sailing
under the vast open september skies;
large flocks of swallows with scissor
like tails in the fresh breeze flying;
thin fluffy white clouds sail leisurely;
I wonder what the man on the boat
at this moment is thinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem