My great God is paralyzed today,
As much as my fingernails touch your body-
Today it is a deep wound in my heart.
All over the bloody heart today are just dead memories, on the veranda on the tenth floor of your hostel.
Where I stand every day in the middle of the night to cut my body and I in your body,
I remember our distance was ten storeys. Yet we treat each other's bodies and minds in a fierce way,
My naughty God is truly paralyzed today.
That's why no one goes anywhere now,
There was no new stain anywhere on the body and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem