Yes, I am going on
Searching winter.
Winter serching is
A great work now a days.
You can touch,
You can inhale,
You can go in between.
Glory is there,
Tears are there,
But watch and
Say not don't care.
Cooling fire embracing,
See every one in loneliness,
Get up early, keep on again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem