The Shanghai breeze that defeated the god,
Quick-ly hides itself in the lemon orchard.
Brown as the leaves that cover the earth
Fox crawls looking for fairly frail prey.
Over the intelligently played Laymen maze,
The body of the mayhem lies rejected.
Lazy as the rattle brained rustler,
Dogs sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem