It sounds like a river flowing into a faraway land,
It speaks in whispers like the wind,
Mysterious, quiet, as if hiding a precious secret.
Although it means talkative,
It sounds like the quiet student in the back row.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! but there is one lady, with a teardrop on her cheek that I have named Loquacious in her speech.