Wandering throughout musical memories, touching their feelings, feeling their emotions delicately tapping at my mind, reminding me of their existence.
Giving me pause, making me feel their sorrowful tears as I write more and more into myself.
Exposing my heart, hiding my intellect beneath thousands of poems so as not to be seen too carefully all at once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem