There seems to be a rhapsody
that drifts into my ear.
I listen quietly to all its sounds
and my eyes let fall a tear.
For the beauty within the sounds I hear
on earth cannot be found.
It must be from another place,
one with hallowed ground.
There's always this one thought I have.
'Will these sounds forever stay with me? '
I don't have an answer for this thought.
But I still can hear the Rhapsody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem