Alone in my bed,
With your thoughts in flow,
I was waiting for sleep.
Then I did see you,
In a beautiful garden.
My heart sprang in joy,
And tears fell down.
I opened my eyes,
And found it was only a dream.
Shouldn’t that be true?
Couldn’t that be true?
Wouldn’t that be true?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem