I was fast asleep for quite a while.
In the dream, I struggled to build a sand castle.
Morning came, and I woke up suddenly.
A soft wind asked me.
Even though God is always with you,
why are you afraid of loneliness?
Even though you have jewels,
why do you collect glass beads?
I watched my deep breath.
The scenery in my sight have changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem