Time is moving fast.
I remember the new year passes
into days, weeks, and time again.
It is already June.
The sun never fail.
Middle of the year.
What? My resolution?
Oh, I have already forgotten what it was.
Or, neither did I achieve any.
I still remember February, March, April rain, the happiness of this year.
I am getting older and happier.
I am glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem