It Appeared
It appeared to me that you did bad things.
It appeared so.
These thoughts in my mind did grow and grow.
I didn't like the way you talked to that girl.
She didn't have a chance to say anything.
You let your hot temper unfurl.
You engage in bad deeds.
You like that so.
You like to immerse the good things low.
I didn't realize this when I first met you.
Why do you do the things you do?
You have a big job ahead of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem