Calling back, the snatcher.
After the outrage,
Eros was on run.
*
The lyrics melt
on lips. Moon will
not tell the wind.
*
A sparrow sits at window sill
when I am thinking
and looks straight into my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, a sparrow sits at window sill, I like it.