My mind was numb. Hologram.
I want to hold the wheel of the sun.
Something breaks in your heart.
It was an icy pause.
A butterfly dies in my closed hand.
The watcher understands the apathy.
Where is the pain of
separation? Could you burn like the
moon? I want to shut out tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem