Put death on my table before you do..
Now I'm walking on the bare road
Even though the road is always empty, full
Truth is such a silly thing
But dream and drunkenness are real and truly beautiful..
The old men opened the old songs
Tables set up, drinks offered
After a chat or two, today is over like every day
I thought of you again in the middle of the night...
The song of the blowing winds
Like the bitter morning of a winter
The furthest place, my eyes dive
Don't you know hazel eyes
Was for loving you
The creation of this soul...
They ask me about you
Is that what I say?
It's such a thing
As if peace, like bird chirping..
Red clouds came yesterday
It rained silence yesterday
It turns out that a thousand years ago
Yesterday I said I still love you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem