I'll always have a scrapbook in my memory
Of people I love,
Moments I treasure,
Places of the past,
The way the clouds in the sky float,
The flowers blooming outside my window,
Emotions that pass through my heart,
Knowledge that enters my mind
And whatever crosses my path,
that changes my life
WILL be placed in the scrapbook of my memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem