Music is beautiful.
It rolls off the tounge,
like waves roll off rocks.
It's unique in its own way,
like a snowflake,
no two are the same.
Some music is good,
some bad.
Some people like it,
some don't.
But no matter what you say,
it's always perfect to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem