There's an empty echo hanging in the atmosphere,
not giving an answer to my prayers.
They are just staying there between heaven and
earth.
Not getting through the thick fog, wanting to
soar, but are unable to.
Turning to light a candle, watching it's wisps
rise suddenly, freeing my prayers.
Now they are on their way to God in heaven with
no ties binding them to earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem