I went to the shopping Sunday
On run in the crowd
Of America on Monday. I get fat.
I encourage the woman I married
To study hard
At a career I do admire.
She is sweet and funny.
She is as nice and strong as flowers.
I find myself happiness
Of the future ahead; the man I want to be
Is impossible. Walking in the house
My tender ideas are possible.
The Everlasting verses inside me
Are happy for evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem