Howling breeze going berserk on the way before me.
Something went past me cutting through my skin.
As I turned to get a glimpse of the robust aura
Immortality blinded me there!
I couldn't move.
I tried harder.
There I'm again plunging the berth;
looking around I only see
my coverlet all scrambled and sweaty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem