You come in my dream
and tell me, which you can't,
don't dare to tell me
when standing in my front.
If you say, I love you
may be, I will not rely
but if you come in my dream
and tell me, I love you
I will not be desperate
will realise your faith
you are mine, only mine
and none, why not
you are mute
throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Telling in reality may or may not happen. At least tell in a dream.