She could have been a dancer but the music wasn't heard
And could have been a Angel but she shunned the path of birds
She could have been a dolphin but the water was too cold
She could have been eternal but she watched herself grow old
And the scarlet silk kimono stayed a tattered piece of cloth
And the gold lay undiscovered as she wore her chains of dross
And her voice, the sound of music, became as hard as any drill
Oh! She could have been sunrise, but she stayed behind the hill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem