So good being a happy kid,
playing with your kit,
even producing sound in a pot,
when the country's in peace actually.
having someone to rely on,
Elder ones tells you come on,
you feel like flying on,
you with confidence of protection.
Dreams of being high,
everything becomes possible,
even escaping to die,
fighting Ghost your capable.
Dreaming being in the middle of every things,
sometimes on merry-go-round,
or in the middle of the foods you like to eat,
even finding money on every step you're stepping.
Acting your Father if he isn't scary,
running to mama when you are scared,
hiding you body putting your hands on your eyes
every thing's possible with simple formula r.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem