Do you believe
what you feel,
choose wisely,
grace falls on kindness,
enduring loss and present joy.
You can't take back
the words never said,
you can't take back
the love that we send.
Do you believe
what you hear,
in the language of the sun,
there's a hole in the fabric,
hidden in the folds of time.
You can't take back
the wasted blood,
you can't hold back,
ghosts from the past.
Do you believe
what you see,
there's a lonely star,
rising up with the dawn,
next to a strawberry moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What you see or hear is illusion. Do you believe or not that amazes us.