It seems that when I was at my busiest point,
treading water in this chaotic sea of estrogen,
(that is my life)
you managed to waste my time,
make all these waves spin,
and break my heart.
One day, I was simply floating,
sea and sky on the horizon line.
Today, landscape is a mood,
always tasting salt in my throat and nose,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem