The album takes me to the past,
when the world cherish me,
treats me like a fable
its serenity for certain.
Some paper shows my smile
others the cute fury,
the world as like a machine
completes each an every longings.
Everything was pious for me
my mind as a beautiful flower,
I trot in the entire house
it was the memories as diamond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem