Where about not known,
And we were all in dark.
No language, no symbol,
No life, no sky,
And we were all in the ocean.
What we thought
That has been forgotten.
The life we drank
Was no more with us.
The spring died
Early in the morning
With the cuckoo.
About the colours
We have nothing to uttered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem