Do you know?
When I write a letter to you,
I only need a paper.
I don't lie to you,
As other poets who waste a lot of papers and throw them in the trash.
I can write you an age of sadness within a letter.
I can write you a sea of dying.
I can write you a sky of loneliness.
I can write you a treasure of love.
Lilishan, I wrote lots of poems
With your scarf that lasted with me.
I dreamed lots of daydreams with it.
I'm badly enchanted with it.
If they separate it from me,
I may die.
As the moments which a fish separates from water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem