Writing poetry, letting everyone know my life is not easy,
but still pushing ahead and doing it.
Thoughts just pile up on top of each other like snowflakes
forming drifts.
Sifting through them all creating many poems, looking back
upon this life.
Everything comes together and eventually it will all be
called literature.
In reality, it will only be this poet's poetical little life
with family and close dear friends tucked within the verses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem