Stepping and rhythmically flowing with music, my 85 year
old friend, getting into the beauty of it's rhythm.
Gathering up her courage, dancing in front of the crowd,
photographers running to take her picture, pink hair and
all! !
A wonderful and joyful sight to see, one of the little
things in life that is so all-important for the well-
being of mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem