Pinkness I need neither white nor red,
Sleepiness I wish, neither living nor dead,
Loose grip of conscious, by a hard touch if it is raped,
So soft is my unconscious, it will be reshaped,
I am afraid my subconscious will suffer most,
Nightmares I may face with a terrifying ghost.
When the dawn broke it was a friend, I admire,
Sharing a pink write and promising pink dreams tonight,
Arresting the ghost who had enchanted my fairy, now free,
Smiled and hoped, pink songs, pink dances, in a pink flush light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem