I am in the void, floating in the boundless void
Learning the amorphous plucking-
Flying like a balloon in the sky.
The unfathomable sea inside me with dense mist
Flowers and fruit gardens with pictures and images only
Infinite images float inside and it draws endless images
Tears of Watercolor paintings fall on the bottom of the chest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem