It must be nice falling in love for the first time and it happens to be the right one. Just straight from the lands of dry feels to the skies where dreams are reality.
The best part is that your conscience has no one to compare with in the back of its mind. No time to love someone's child less because you cannot stop thinking about an ex.
Yeah, It must be nice getting it right for the first time, the only time.
This is probably us in our so called dreamland. They say we'll wake up to the real world and realize our thoughts were controlling our acts. Yeah right we might. But don't be surprised when our dreams match our reality. Because not everyone is doomed at their first try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem