'As I walked
along the street
I can see lightning
in the distant...
it reminds me
of the first time I saw you
the love I felt
was the same
as those lightning
so swift and so sweet
and thinking of you...
as I looked up
at the moon above
surrounded by faint stars
it is changing gradually
into your beautiful face
it beckons to me
that maybe, somehow
where ever you are
you are thinking of me too.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem