As a writer, it's easy to be caught up,
In world of fiction.
Where the skies drive across your vision
Like the sea;
Where the stars climb down to hold your hands
In the peace.
In the half-dark of the cinema light,
As his eyes reflect the screen,
The galaxies that dance in them
Are the realest thing to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem