I see the light
bound unto me.
I need a set of stones
to skip out of my needs.
Flee, my dear,
trouble awaits.
Never return,
not even for me.
Wrecked is my selfless spirit.
I for once will hinder
the rendering of summer,
awaiting the perception
that is never to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem