As often as eat me and faith in me,
Acquainted alleyway to princess hall
Would surly welcome; In tingle,
Wake up Ks,
My innermost soul wake up,
Do touch the fabulous navel
With quick and warmth finger
In the middle of the night;
Middle of the night,
My frenzy had excess to her,
My soberness washed me tenderly ;
Is there my home, I am a home seeker.
She loves to foster
She loves to closer
Ks, go to herfor good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem