In the Lonely streets of Berlin,
and every street talking as calm!
I know my way in all at every stein,
It is sure a way and Path as I felt vein!
It is after all my Berlin..No way that..,
No way that a pace can pass over it on!
It is Berlin, and IT IS BERLIN,
Few only know and felt it at heart! !
every Ecke of Berlin stops me for a reason,
and depth it says is Mongling!
It is such a Berlin I lost..
Wish I my last breath gets travels so far,
And gets in Sublmitaion in Berlin!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem