The rhythm of farewell’s string is still twanging…
I am composing the symphony of painless heart to guard myself,
From the overflowing waves of grief in the sea of farewell …
In my interval of dreams, I hear the orchestra of eternal story…
From the palace where unstained by the voice of farewell…
As I hear the peacefully sonata of heaven’s serenity,
I’ll cross the chaotic sea to the pure white utopia.
I’ll do my best to play the melody of the moon and earth,
To reach the place where I whispered in this piano’s timbres.
A palace unstained by sound of farewell…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem