'...See how the water-planes
Attend your memory
The stars like innocent child eyes
Breath what they once saw upon the surface so gloriously
As a footage rolls right before my eyes
Waving waves project the moments ceaselessly
My tears like thousand bullets
Break through the opaque canvas
Joy and sorrow
Run through my impulsive mind
Feel how the whispering breeze attends your sighs
Do you hear the tiny thrush?
She still sings the tales of your life...'
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I would like to translate this poem