As of today, I am a lonely person
Teaching, writing poetry, a small depressed town
As of today, I am determined to be Thoreau and Haiyadal< /p>
I have a poetic heart, backed by mountains and dark nights in wheat fields
To this day, it is difficult to communicate with my parents
Tell them my misfortune
That surprised look told me
I will tell the other me
Give each poem of the only "me" a sad name
Old friend, you should grieve for me
A young genius turned into a wanderer in the city
Infatuated and true love has become someone else's dependence
Where am I in this world? To obtain happiness
I can only rely on the mountains and the dark night of the wheat field