Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.
Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.
Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem