Deep alleys, clammy alleys, and black butchers
Find childlike hearts in their hearts tonight.
Bewildered by the changing of the seasons,
We link the bend of the road to astounding success.
Chilly storms bewilder me after the cloudy mayhem,
Bespeaking a dark rain of cheerfulness afterwards.
Boil it after the sense of extinguishment orders
Our own sense, the very heavenly sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem