What shall I write?
How shall I write?
I have nothing to depict,
But just then I see the magnificent sight
And I can't control my greed,
I begin to proceed,
Slowly but steadily I reach the depth of it
And find there only light and light,
Finally when I finish my entire journey,
I see I have already written a wonderful poetry,
I become a blithe spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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