batting the ball that i did not hit,
walloping the volleyball that did not reach the net
swimming on a murky river
the boat that sinks
and the birds that fly too low on the mountains
their feet hitting the tops of the trees
dreams that do not come true
i am already forewarned
foretold, i have resigned to accept
that what is not best for me cannot be granted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem