The girl who picks the moonlights
alone
wearing night bride flowers 
 
for white deer and the poisonous snakes  
Holding the darkness in her 
 
By the extinguished flame
Smoke emanates from the gray
White flags hoisted before death
The sun is setting over the mountain
Her lament arises in a deserted lake.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    