There is a small window in a small room,
I only like to see the how flowers bloom,
I don't realize I was trapped inside the gloom,
I thought the world out side the window is shallow,
But I don't realize the darkness in my room is waiting to swallow,
Between these two I have no clue where should I wallow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem