The flowers bloom in the mystery region between light and darkness.
Crossing thousands of light-years the stars touch them with their brightness
of cosmic love.
The moon is maddened by their fragrance.
You see their relatives in the distant space are not only a few.
Those dying and bright cosmic rays generated life in the mud.
So the flowers that bloom in the mud have sexual intimacy with the stars.
Though the flower rots and the intimacy wanes,
the flowers of mud drink the dew of stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem