Sometimes something real is something you can't see
And there is no answer for the question how could that be
But I believe there is wind everywhere
And I believe that every heart has something to share
I believe that there are ideas in my mind
And that there is a treasure that nobody can find
I believe that behind the clouds there is a sun
And that the baby will someday run
So you don't have to see all the things
Because they are clear as the bell that rings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem