My sleep breaks
By the sound of rain
I open my eyes soundlessly.
With wet feathers
Birds keep silent.
I cherished desire
To visit the land of Moon
Depending on the feather
Of bird.
But, that happened no more.
Hereafter, what more!
I sleep again
With the captivation of rain
As it will rain hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bindly praised