I know.....
It's the wrong wind,
I will not write it,
I will depict
Only the right wind
Of nature,
The wrong wind blows
In the wrong direction
And it mercilessly destroys the great things of the world,
The right wind is the key,
It keeps the world true and perfect,
Honesty and tranquility is its essence,
It always spreads its sweet fragrance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blow.