There's something in my heart
That hasn't yet escaped my lips
It only shows in my eyes
Sometimes to you
Sometimes to me
It runs around
Looking for some words
That it could wear and escape my lips
So it could hug my voice and scream my voice
But this something is only emotions
It's like a scent roaming in the winds
A scent that's voiceless
But whose address even you know
Whose existence even I know
It doesn't even try to hide from the world
Wonder what kind of secret it is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem