The fluctuation of my state of mind
is something I detest.
I caution myself about my thinking,
'Just give it a rest.'
One minute I'm up and soaring high.
Oh if I could keep it this way.
But there's always some disturbance
that leads my mind astray.
Is it you that does this thing to me?
Does my mind depend on you?
God help me if this is the case
for you're up and about without a care.
And this pen of mine cannot erase
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem