Finding a whistle blowing in the wind, telling a story
of loneliness,
Always whistling in the atmosphere, radiating into my
heart and mind.
Lonely timing entering thoughts without any care as to
how many tears begin to form in the pastures of time.
Calculating the distance we have come in life, measuring
periods of age as music of abandonment echoes loudly in
the distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem