I would like to meet him
When he is young and up
Up and walking
Walking in the infinite energy of sun
As if we all deathless
And the whole liveliness
Is all in stableness
in a very full battery
Along the side walking
Slide along, ride the running
Fast of excitement
Pointing the vehicles
And motorcycles
So, it's all about the cars
Which is your passion
But the more is; vividly you're passionate about.
As you're shining
Maybe being in the sunset on a day time
The time is like 5 o'clock
And you look like 35 years old
Surrounded by your golden light
Around are the trees within their brown-old-still-bodies
Your fast walking, which I've never seen
And trying to keep step with;
though being a seven-teen, teen
I always would like to attune by your side
Though you've never stepped in
Lack of finding your own rhythm
Solely now, you can not even temporize mine
In the age of elderly man
And bed off streets
None of lying down
The streets are on
But here's a very slow walking
And I'm just seeing nearside
And I'm missing those golden days-never existed-, millions of times
Which I've never caught
which I will never be able to catch.
So same as my daughter
Who I'm missing so bad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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