Here we are...
In the middle of the cliff.
Staring at the end again and again.
In the middle of the cliff.
I wasn't attracted any longer,
In the middle of the cliff.
Maybe distance, made me a survival.
In the middle of the cliff.
We are all survivals,
In the middle of the cliff.
No matter the look of the grasses in the dark,
Life comes out in the middle of the cliff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem