Your niceness is with out a doubt.
My wanting is without a question.
With all the movement of life, I remain LOST
With every possible death your aroma
swims to me in red
With every glimmer I can inch to hope.
With every movement of force I hear your soul
Oh, how I desire to grab that figure of color,
only to realize that your niceness is without me no doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem