Dark clouds; Bright world.
Eyes closed; only to this world.
The real world dwells behind my eye walls.
My Touch, taste,
Ear and smell are open to the grotesque world.
My eyes are open to the real world.
Like a small sun,
only I see the best real deal.
I feel the earth's stiff
I cry for the open heavens gate.
My beauty is the light behind my shell.
My anguish is the lust for the lame world.
My consolation is the only thin family I have; my stick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem