Wind blowing voices, tenor in nature, to my mind.
Clearing the misty haze presenting itself as a cover, and penetrating it with thoughtful investigation.
Searching thoroughly, every single line of rhythm and falling into exacting measures of melodies being played now as I picture them in full regale.
Totally beautiful with a musical precision from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem