All your dreams come true.
It may, I pray for you.
Secret is, your every emotion.
Having hidden your impression,
Always haunt me in dreams.
Love is a word I desire to know.
Or sink in the lake of sorrow.
Varying moods perhaps I have.
Ever leading me to my grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i cant really explain how i felt about this poem but it gave me a good feeling