Chewing a lollipop and it cracks -
there is no other sound but that!
In a street of a thousand rovers,
the only sound I know is Mine.
Everyday the world is a stranger
like the remote clouds way up,
(spread, form, pass, elapse, reform)
The only Infinity I know is Mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem