You are here
In my real life,
You are no more
In my dream.
I enjoy your season
And it is lovely.
You are coming to me
And I am going to you
At the same time.
We are both special here,
With this wonderful life.
Much love to you, white angel,
You are already in my cell,
And making me virtuous like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem