Now with a sharp razor in the skull
There happens the lamentation of stripped marrow
Falls down on the fragile chest
The bark of the monstrous sound.
Pathetic dying hidden in layers
The lamentation of Sigh
Trembling heaven-
The dying moon at the tip of the animal's nose
But what a surprise -
Silent rain falling on the chest of the stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The dying moon at the tip of the animal's nose~ interesting Silent rain falling on the chest of the stone~ nice imagery depicted to me hard to understand full of this writings