there are many moments,
some are named good,
and some called bad.
some are delicious,
and some fantacious.
did we ever thought...
that why we call them
moments...? ?
i think our best times,
that are captured in frames,
of various designs,
representing our own aims.
the frames which are momic,
the frames which don't
have 'the end! '
adding the two different frames,
we get different best times,
that we conclude as 'moments! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem