A big glass broke;
and into small pieces.
Even it is small pieces,
it was still colorful and very gorgeous.
Even more than a firework at 9 o'clock.
But, those pieces were like sand, so
that glass flew away like a butterfly.
The child was very sad, but
couldn't even try
to find the small pieces.
His parents didn't let the child try to find it.
Actually, they were happy that it flew away.
The child was very sad,
but one day
he totally forgot about those small broken pieces.
He was so busy working, and
didn't have any time to think about those
small things.
He forgot about his dream until he died.
Now, that glass flew away forever, and
became sand in ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem