Really wanting to do something famous deep inside, but not
wanting the attention it would bring into this mere poet's
life.
Preferring to be alone and having a private life in which
to write poetry and compose music, living always in the
moment.
Having fun and enjoying this temporary lifetime, yet always
looking forward to dying again and going to heaven once more,
for it was awesome!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem