The song of abstract language plays in the bugle of rain
Complex melody is there in its heart
In the days of waiting time spins a still picture-
The imprint of the past life is on its back.
Then a generous hand will come again in the spring air.
Kapok's deep red bloom is an abstract sign of love-
That will read the song composed of complex language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem