Mostly are, they lighter or of darker hearts?
When by a common string all hang.
Below within that branch none seek, I speak for.
Once upon a time when scented flowers petaled,
crushed in lonely books her birthday past.
A single arm one hand I held, stretched up.
Can you Judge each single man by her see through cover?
Can you Judge a woman by her naked man?
Can you withstaning sleep,
when sleep to how they are percieved both stood?
Can then you come to sleep in cresant moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem