THERE IS NO DESTINY AFTER DEATH
The sun and the moon never meet to wed.
A spider is used to its web.
There is something called a destiny's frame.
Being painted with the brush of a pale shade it never allows anyone to escape.
Romeo! Have you found your Juliet?
A human's life is a drop of rain.
It gets lost in the ground to appear again.
There is no destiny after death.
There is something which is called space.
Your earthly tears might be something else.
They have turned to the cranes which are flying sails.
A human's life might be calm or mad.
However it drips like a drop of rain.
Romeo! The moonlight can kiss your Juliet.
Romeo! Don't be sad!
Your lips might be there.
Your wedding might be held.
There is no destiny after death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem