I came to see what is inside of me
flows of mind deepen in confusion
mild flowers bloom with nothingness
I forgot those memories
the providence of mischief
I was never there in the first place
so much for the things I've seen
they all fade as if an illusion
may turn and remind me of what an incognito I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you can see your truth after you've achieved something which is impossible.