Oh! my mutual friend I want to say something,
I, friend or not, am going to tell you everything,
But to exchange or to say, I and you have nothing.
Oh! expand your hand in the chill cold,
I want to hold it with the steps bold,
But I cannot because my hand is old.
Oh! I try to diminish the everlasting distance,
I want to show my damned countenance,
But I feel your everlasting universal absence.
Oh! where you are in such postmodern condition,
I am the quester in such alienated empty tradition,
But I am proved a failure to save friendship's defination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem