I hear your footsteps,
When I walk.
I hear your voice,
When I talk.
The mystery of music
I bear with me.
It's better to hear
Than to see.
I imagine you
As my soul's best Pal,
You think of me
As I'm loveable.
Reality is harsh
But dream is fine.
Mysterious bond it is,
Hard to define!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dream is more colorful than reality