All life appears to me on the cusp.
At the edge of a cliff
At the end of my pen
On the tip of my tongue
Forthcoming…
What lies behind the veil?
Over the hill
The other side of the wall
To perceive one's destiny later
is to doom them now.
I can't even see the screen
that lies before me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem