A scarlet letter
stretches out to the far-left
corner of the world
like a square piece of paper,
leaving a shadow at the end of the flower
in the white universe,
surrounded by blue bell flowers
and withered, fossilized, scattered leaves.
Love is precious and precious,
so, it is full of incomprehensible mysteries.
invisible sprouts appear at some point.
Love is a refuge, not a warrior.
They betray love in the name of love.
we just have to accept it.
Don't you know how to save fossils?
There will be no barcodes
on the end pages of history.
In that place,
cannot be priced,
cannot be expressed,
Wouldn't love overflow and erase the last page?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem