Encore, faith was
blind, written on the tongue
with a thorn. One awakes the other.
The mysterious pain
was mine, moon watch. The
vespa has a job to do.
The teacher reads the
road. Your step will bleed
unknowingly. Who tells the god?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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