Reaching a fever pitch while a younger gentleman decides to sing a more modern song for us all at the karaoke get-together.
Knitting the designs, gathering it's forms into a pattern of exercising rhythm.
Nothing getting in the way of fruitful desires of this melody.
Capturing the essence of his heart in a lengthy rhythm, never ending in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem