Like a dream, when one wakes,
The eyes become an expression of fear or
tears,
Free as watching the sky,
Birds fly, trees wither.
Like a river our memories swim along,
Just like a song,
We begin as a rhythm,
Mystical as the rising star,
Until the wind never stops,
Never will rain close our eyes,
Deep as the wet, the sun shines again.
So would a day unlock itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem