I would say come to my grave
But I am sorry to say it won't be there
I will ask if you must raise a cup to the sun
I will ask that you feel the rain
I will ask that you feel the moon
I will ask that you embrace the night
I will ask that you sit still and smile for just a moment
Then go your way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
come, sit a while on the silent grave and remember my jovial life! ! !