Music keeping time throughout the years with this mere poet,
gathering bouquets of blossoms, tossing them before the stage
for a beautiful and sincere thank you to the band.
Keeping a close eye interiorly as songs and their rhythms flow
incessantly in this temporary world of ours, focusing directly
on rhythms as life moves forward, taunting our minds with many
delicious sounding auras of happy melodies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem