The house emerges from a coil of smoke
The very ancient Dream Tower
Invisible strings hold my aged hands
In the pitiful lament of the bottomless sea
Close to countless steps of the heart
Plays the pathetic melody.
Its curious eyes keep staring
In the bizarre air flow-
In the endless magic barrels
The lament of a homeless soul
Plays in violin's string to string.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem