I look out this car window,
as miles and miles pass by,
not seeing my own reflection,
but the one of your smile.
As I take this road everyday,
to find myself in your presence,
and be marveled every time.
Never to have enough of you.
Hoping you never feel lonely,
having always present that
even though it sounds foolish
someone out there thinks of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like that car window and wind