Have you seen the sky tonight?
this silken cloth, embedded in stars,
that shine bright, and blush
when they're looked at..
Maybe this half-sleeping world is ready
to tie a knot between the borders of
reality and slumber,
between the fragile dreams and
the soft echoes of a poem of yore
that still lingers on
in the fragrance of the roses choked
by evergreen ivy in the graveyard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem