life is not like as i think and sometimes a little drizzling
or a minute gust of wind is
enough to stir ones mind
profoundly.
There is always a different story behind a story
surface measurement is only a mathematic, the philosophy lay underneath deep
inside
and what words cannot express
is our genuine feeling.
The midnight is thickly silent
holding all the noises
and the calm and stillness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem