One sees death about to fall into secret wishes,
Often a pass of an exam is in store for the sands,
The sights of heavenly bridges come forward,
The reality of a ghost has arisen for the deep.
One sees a deadly man in full argument,
Harrowing times follow and secretly manage
A little ghost of sayings and mutterings.
The picture of faint colours has arrived and seen
Me with fortunes of the highest standard.
A banner shall arrive to force our wet paint,
The panting has been a picture of the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem