Measuring time in nanoseconds, because it goes so quickly out of hand.
Searching canyons, noticing their beauty as it coasts across my vision.
At times, leaving me breathless, unable to feel bad about anything.
The ending of each day is filled with colorful sunsets as they grasp my eyes with their scents of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem