The darkness in the heart,
and the light in the eye,
matches the incomplete love,
of life and human nature and landscape.
The vision that cannot be seen,
but can only be spoken of,
the pages that cannot be written,
but can only be torn off.
The incomplete love that co-insides
the love for the unknown world,
we would once travel and meet
without hearing or heard.
The cruel spring weather that,
acknowledges the incompleteness,
of to the near future...
of what lies out there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem