There is a place I go to,
And there I find her too.
Not that we follow each other,
But maybe something tie us together.
It is a natural thing,
And so we can only remain as being.
It is somehow a mirage,
Promising, but far from large.
The closer we get to it,
This thing inches away bit by bit.
The phenomenon,
May be forever unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem