My traveling clothes light up the noon.
I've been on my way for a long time
back to the past,
That irreconcilable city.
Everyone wants to join me, it seems, and I let them.
Roadside flowers drive me to distraction,
Hover like lapus lazuli, there, just out of reach.
Narrow road, wide road, all of us on it, unhappy,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem