Mother..show me..ok..
how do we feel to see inside
of this cool soft wind?
I clutch to your clingy..mother..
is it fog..that covers my..
that dripps on my so? ..
Mother..is it..?
Yours which is silky, does more
than that, it confuses my sense's.
I can not tell inside for the up and
downs mother..where are you..it's.
Just without you I clutch to clingy..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this piece.