I do not know whether she secretly cried last night.
But because of my own dreams.
See you again when the guard line.
She is the new sun bathing.
Gray, white, red and green
Everyday clothes, she received a hug from the light.
While the south wind blows gently comforting.
She looked around to wake up to yourself again.
With the eyes of the inspection.
And consideration that
Last night she cried yes or no.
Or just want to pass time when the expedition
To the hilarity of the dance
Until you hurt
Alone
Flows and release the tears come out eventually.
I did not know her by any means comforting.
I do not know how to behave in front of the sadness.
Second, because in the past I just cry yourself.
And never thought to solace himself off heartache
Albeit a sad time when it will pass.
Only bright eyes.
The new world view clearly than ever before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem