Long long I stair in fog
Sounds of his feet spins
In ear, getting faded fast
Lucid aisle lull
Aches on hill
Roaring million murmuring
Muzzle voice shuts echoing
Age running
Harmony coming billow verge
Riddle my longing returns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Tis very difficult for an English speaker to understand. Very mysterious...? ? ? ? ? ? ?