A ball of cotton flying carelessly,
Encages my sight and my mind.
I totally forget my troubles foggy,
In admiration of the simplest fantasy.
I will also accompany you, cotton ball,
"Do wait for me to come along"
The ball smiles and gently denies,
"Fly alone, make your way"
I sink and shy and oblige to!
"Will meet again someday if I fly".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem