On the night of the day when I came back
At same room, my skeleton was running after and lying
The room is flowing thru the universe
Like the sounds, somewhere in the sky the winds are blowing
In the dark, I am looking in the skeleton
Which is finely going thru weathering,
On weeping is that I'm crying
Or the skeleton is crying
Or beautiful soul is crying
All the night to the darkness
The dog who is honorable is barking.
The dog may be seeking for me
To the darkness, it is barking.
Let's go, let's go
Let's go like the person who is been pursuing
Let's go another beautiful hometown in secret to the skeleton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A poignant metaphorical poem.
HI! Thank you for your visiting and comments. The original writer was a the Anti-imperialist. He joined the Anti-Japanese Colony movement, and died young at the Jail. Thanks a lot. Wish your good health and happiness. BR. Kinsley