In the eyes of fate.
There are twinkling stars of wishful thinkings.
Dreams of forgotten heaven.
Among teh crowds of laughters.
You and me,
On the oppisite pole of the earth.
Live with our own satly tears.
Who can tell us.
We were same breath of the God.
Which was blown,
Half in you,
And half in my.
Before the Adam and Eve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem