some of my favorite memories,
are beautiful as a dream
like visiting a country spring
or a little running stream
and just being with my mother
and listening to her stories,
those were the best days ever
those were my favorite memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and tender, Sweet and bright With the color of the rainbow, And innocence's, might. Just precious, thank you