Dreams are one of the most beautiful things that ever existed.
The only way to meet loved ones who live far away.
Those who have fallen asleep and are deaf to the train horn.
They come to visit us in our dreams
Dad, brother, aunt, sometimes I see you in my dreams
And I'm glad dreams exist so I can play some of your lifetime movies.
And I know you are still living
Still living in a life invisible to my naked eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem