Infinite poetry original text

This remote hillock

is always so kind to me.

The fence blocks my sight

It is difficult for me to see as far as the distant horizon.

I sit on the hill

Looking at the infinite space from the fence

Falling into the unearthly silence

And the incomparable deep peace ,

Here, my heart no longer has to worry.

I listen to the whispering of the breeze among the grass and trees

This faint sound of wind,

the lively season, its music,

With the passing season,

With the passing eternity,

Standing in my mind together.

My thoughts are like this

Sinking in this endless sky;

Sinking in this infinite ocean

The How sweet.