I have no future, no
thoughts. You want to kill porcupines.
My star is trembling for an objective.
In the end, I will
start my life after breaking the shrine.
Truth always touches the feet.
I am taking revenge
on myself. The willow weeps. One day I will
not be able to save you my god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem