It's started on my bed
I close my eyes
begin to dream
dreaming dreaming
in wonderland
i would live
someday somehow
I meet no one
but torment wind
beyond the reach
of this
fantastic scene
I soar my wings
fly up high
flying flying
above the moor
thence i have seen
the perfet place
to scratch all pain
i float like sky
empty azure sky
weightless
disburden
I feel like
blonde new-born child
unguilt
innocent of worldly
things
I have dream
within this dream
dreaming dreaming
but mine eyes is
slightly open
wishing that this reverie
will not end
but it doesn't
this dream is just a dream
a magical dream
if
i wake up
this will pass as fleeing wind
I have realized
then
If i open mine eyes
wide and staring
I could see my dream
the real dream
a scene of life
full of sacrifice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem