I wish, before I die,
Must say, this, beautiful world,
‘Good Bye'
I must, take a deep breath,
Must have, a glance,
I'm not worried,
For other chance,
Every moment,
I see the world,
I enjoy,
Thinking, this might be the last joy,
I'll lay like decoy,
I take deep breath,
‘The fragrance of this colorful universe'
Who knows?
There is dead end
Brightness of mine will mingle
With the bright world
Leaving this cage in dark
I know; the death sword is so sharp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brightness of mine will mingle, very fine. I like it.