I am unpacking the sweet presents of the past
-the lightbulbs in the smelly Christmas-tree-
I am reminding me of those nice moments
the tear and the smile, they came and went by
those colourful ribbons ‘slipping tenderly', fly
so far away and yet so near to me
like waves which strung upon this melody! ! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem