Relaxing in a western environment at the Wagon
Yard, sitting and talking with friends, waiting
for karoke to begin shortly.
Expecting more close friends to come soon, eating,
talking, comfortably writing in this boisterous
atmosphere.
Very likeable, totally enjoying it as singers begin
singing, voices and music all coming together in this
poem you are reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem