Rhythms being hit back and forth in the night, just
like playing tennis in an atmosphere of enlivening
spirits.
So many moments that unfold through the years, then
disappear in a waltz that steps out from behind a
misty curtain.
Changing the tempos and beats of life, leaving a
trail of wonder that curiously flows up into the
clouds above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem