I looked around to see.
Noone but you in my sea.
you alone who deserves.
To be in my own phrase.
Once I look at your eyes.
My heart stops, my soul cries.
Apprehensions inside of me.
Have rusted my heart's key.
My lips wish me a bit to speak.
But, my inclination is too weak.
I am staring at your angelic face
And it seems there is, but a curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem