The poison of a posture relaxes the faith of a day and night,
Inside the warner's heart is a glamorous opening and closing.
Blood will draw you near, feeding the vampire bat or the mosquito,
Frightening the user of evil itself, scaring away victim after victim.
Farces enlighten the bold bodices, the beautiful jackets of gold,
And larks crop up in places of the united earth, unexpected places.
You must fly towards the goal, witness the pleasures, fix the memories,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem