Numb, number!
I can see the big blue eyes of love;
But, i wonder if you will allow me in.
Crouch, couch!
With the lamp of love to lead the way;
Because, i don't want to be alone in the cold.
Life!
At the fish market in Tokyo;
And, i can see the blue eyes of love.
The muse of life!
If i could turn back the clock,
I will let the beautiful works of love out of the bags! !
So as to overcome the muse of the hatred around us in the world today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem