The most beautiful thing about this world is
The view of the world, the trees, fallen leaves
By which some river is passing by.
The evening sunsets, the shadowed
And so much more.
And gazing at it,
Seems something is supposed to happen.
And even more beautiful is that
That something.... unknown and unspoken of
Will not happen.
And this sweet tension, built of that unspoken
Will leave you with bittersweet aftertaste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem