She walks in smoothly
Reaching a high-class stage,
Slapping the audience's rage.
Causing a heart-shake, with violence,
Completing a painter's half-painted piece.
The picture is re-drawn.
Life is re-shaped
To fit the beauty of hers
To cast colors upon the dry field.
And land is dwelled again.
And rivers go on.
Fruitless plants give birth
To novel blossoms that please man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem