Ground covered with all this nylon,
Seems there is no place it could not covered,
Just like you words and your smile,
All those places and all those hearts.
Blooming is your beauty underneath that pink,
Waiting the right time to unveil what heart ought to say,
No, it is not a surprise that you cheeks bore the same color,
Beauty hidden underneath that pink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem