I told so many things,
Can't be compiled, though.
I choose you,
Being the truth.
My dreams are
Returning to me
At this time,
And I am not here
To welcome all.
My earth is my heaven,
And I am to count
With water and
With fire
One to seven.
Oh no, all present
Said in one voice.
Beyond them
I want to fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem