Let me not close the windows, let me measure the heatwave within.
North or south- no difference for me.
I want to break the fire, if you so like, cooperate me there.
Am I hotter now?
Fire risk is always here, of course.
Time is very dangerous and I am having my own syllabus.
And still, no worrying features.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem