Marrow is mine
But I am wondering
With hair, skin,
Flesh and bone.
I know you are
An wonderland
And here
I wander.
You cannot say
It is my fault.
You cannot say
Nature's guilt.
What ever you utter
That would prove wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love life is the best, but no one can understand it..