Resting in the lull of an early morning, watching time
drift past.
Knowing it is taking today's memories with it to be
tucked into this mind.
Doing it carefully, so that one day in the future, they
will all be remembered.
Tasting the fruits of our lives, placing them into
treasure chests for the rest of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem