You see only skin
Below the skin the flesh
Below the flesh the bone
Below the bone the marrow
We are really living in sorrow
With these phlegm, pus
Spittle, stool, sweat, saliva, snot
Excretes, urine,
O my dear, You are within
That is the only reason
Of our living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem and especially the ending