Melodies playing in this mind, associating life with their
intense rhythms as they frolic in our minds, never noticing
havoc they sometimes bring into our lives.
Dreams and memories are like stones that we see and kick
at sometimes when we feel they're intense images in life,
watching them as they come to a stop on the side of a
past road in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem