Sitting on the straightaway, watching life pass by, not
caring that it does, dreaming real feelings within, hold-
ing and giving them a life of their own to live inside me.
Getting everything straight, going out tonight in the
freedom of my everlasting spirit, as I write sentiments
being kept hidden from all eyes.
Protecting them from the impurities of other's thoughts,
preferring to keep them silently beautiful within the
love I have for you only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem