No news gives peace.
A bifurcation divides the mountain.
I don't like the death of the unborn.
A red fit goes into
hysteria. Did you ever go naked on
moon? You can get a kiss and kiss.
The guest turns back.
I rub my nose to smell
your Asia. It is always brown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem