The existence of god
Is abstract
But you actually subsist somewhere in the world
Is the sustained long waiting
A pledge of Cupid?
Can the escaped love
Dodge the new injection of arrows
By Cupid day and night?
The god may befall
And may be not
Would the only arrow
Disperse the vast sky of love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem