I just step in to outside,
an ice cube hit in my cap.
The cold wind hits me,
and just cool my fiery mind
They said, “ice is cold, ”
and will hold me
I act, to believe them;
as trusting them.
A natural gap innate;
waving to the shore with smile
“Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear one, ”
I begin to walk,
while; Ice hit me persistently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem