I was fast asleep for quite a while.
In the dream, I struggled to build a sand castle.
Morning came, and I woke up finally.
The breeze asked me.
Even though God is always with you,
why are you afraid of loneliness?
Even though you have jewels,
why do you collect glass beads?
I had been watching my breath.
The sight from my eyes have changed little by little.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem