Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.
Standing under the
pine, you wait for the cloud
birth in water.
The sun begins to shut
the eyes. Will die red before the
moon rises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Standing under the pine we see the beautiful aspect of sun that shines with beauty and duty. A nice poem is shared.