Heavy rain
With the gutsy wind
In the dark and silent night,
Creates lovely ripples
In my pleasant mind,
I stare at it
Through the little window
Of my room in great amazement,
Gradually the rain becomes heavier and heavier
And the atmosphere becomes darker and darker,
But my refined inner realm gets more and more pleasure
From this mysterious sphere,
So I write wonderful poetry with great ease and enrich the poetic treasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem