Lonely and arty-fatty,
I am stock to the pussy-footy nature of some aspects of life!
But just ask me and i will show some examples,
For the muse of this world is like the rainbow in the sky.
Oh, what an impetuous act of this imaginary world;
With the ratio by being on one's own admission,
But what can i say to the others?
Why this loneliness?
Lonely and arty-fatty with the imaginations of my muse on a sick bed;
But i heard the misty mystic bles afar off.
The wind blew and i heard it loud! !
And like the muse of love in search of an elusive marrying type;
But if others have made it, i will surely overcome this loneliness one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem