When I came to my senses, sweetheart
I only recall the beaded pillows of poetry
A hundred stitches, inscriptions of passion
Scattered like fertilised embryos in the wind
Lavitating like a racing horse chasing sun
And Hhemu exclaimed, "What is that flash ?"
As the bold bolt of your gaze knocked me senseless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem