English

A homeland of a size of umbrella

You saw me in your dream
on the day I forgot my feet
and from the moment I am aware of loneliness of my hands...
I am telling you about curly streets of autumn.

...you saw me in your dream
on the night I burnt to ashes in a city of winds.
from the very moment I cast my eyes on a strange land
I call out to you from a dry leaf radio
...Listen, please!
There is just one station left to rich a place, empty, without you...
Your absence is like a bitter pill,
failing to soothe my grief.

...you saw me in your dream
in a gulp of cloud swallowed by me.
whatever a mirror reflects is just your absence...
Hair of my feelings turn white in your absence,
wisdom tooth of my feelings aches
as you go away...

In your absence, my feeling of missing is as much as a beggar
sitting by a wall
every step turn out a feeling of missing
in your absence...
No pitying the strange land I live in
Rather, spare a homeland of a size an umbrella in the rain, for me

Oleaster Trees

Once
oleaster trees would be an old man selling a perfume…
… Graves die before men,
and hospices ache before humans.
… Florists firstly witness farewells,
coffins are the last memories we feel,
Drought is a girl, named "Rain", cutting her hair with her hands!

… A man in a dungeon is doomed to the curse of surrounding walls,
don't believe falsehood!
And I would be a lonely pond lying far away…
… Being a lonely pond lying far away is harder than being an oleaster tree, being a grave and being a dungeon.