the silence was restored, quiet
perhaps we just boil the peace
the old world feel partial and hazy
all just such a subsided calm
the story is not yet finished
about such scandalous peace
like the north fuggy chilly space
there is free heart digger on place
people like to face each other
and chasing after a thousand ideas
in the storm seeking the true spirit
which is far and rest in silence peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem