(One day walking next to a stream i saw this white crane...I felt lucky, so i wrote this poem of what happen while watching the white crane...)
At the path of a stream...
Long distance, lonely walk...
On my road...A white crane...
Hibernating in dark emptiness...
Comrade is the tree next to his side...
Friends is the feathers...He shed...
Watching the lonely crane...
Two couples come walking...
The crane sees love...Then flies away...
Once, again...I hide my feathers...
Watching the white crane
Fly without farewell
Into the sky of blue emptiness...
Facing the road...
I then smile...
Walking with solitude like the lonely crane...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem