This is a great day,
I write with an easy wind
And pour all my sweet emotions with wonderful feelings,
Throughout the day I write and write with pure spontaneity.
Then I feel dark evening is approaching fast,
So I stop,
As I scrutinize my writing carefully,
I see I have already written a great story which I always dream,
My mind dances in an ecstasy
And I deeply realize easy and friendly wind produces great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem