I find that the beginning is more interesting than an ending
Delicate and fragile, dark droplets of rain
listening the tight crossing between delight and disgust,
Pouring a long time from the sky.
The arrow of the clock that easy pulse
It shows short rate in the long revolutions
How does the circular rhythm absorb the space
The crystalline droplets landing in the brightest of bright hues
As I stand and listen to the sound of every moment splitting away,
Taking pity an own desire for forever to be wet to the buff.
Тranslated by L.NamdagJanchivin