Reviewing backgrounds of experiences in the past, wanting to
know even more about reasons and then logical conclusions, not
wanting to let go of any of them.
Usually dreaming while backtracking in alleys of the past, see-
ing details walking down dusty trails, not leaving anything un-
turned.
Reaching and gradually spinning webs of designs into the present,
whipping up more and more harmonies as the world turns, bringing
it all down to earth.
Wanting to reignite wanton desires of an empty past memory, now
just wavering in thoughts that have been used in many poems and
written out into the universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem