I am still
And not I,
even if the hardwood ash,
if you need that I require.
The human being is a human
finally an ash,
when pheromones are dispelled.
The fragrant spring gets,
my desire burning up,
but the point is already in the autumn.
my desire burning up...I have this feeling yesterday...heehehehe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem......I am still young and fresh.