STEP ON THESE PAPER PAGES!
My memories! Step on these paper pages!
Your nests are in my brain's cells.
Life may invent a saga.
However it's a saga itself.
My ages! Step on these paper pages!
Your nests are somewhere else.
Life may invent a ballad.
However it's a ballad itself.
Miles! You have given your wings to airplanes.
Do your legs belong to wheels and rails?
Life can invent traffic.
However it's traffic itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem