One day's dream ... Someday my dream went away in my thirtiesOnly the remembrance which remained was numerousStart off the morning sunshineI liked the boat's most pleasant feelingFrom now on I have found a new dreamIt is different from fishing, but to use handsIt is unchangedJust because the expression method has changedThe seasonal nature that I have seen so farI became a painterAnd I began to write poetry as wellMy dream is late, but with springBloomingThe way of the dream that you see in the futureI shine like seeing the sunMy dream is about to begin ... The poet ~ Now person ...
Someday my dream went away in my thirtiesOnly the remembrance which remained was numerousStart off the morning sunshineI liked the boat's most pleasant feelingFrom now on I have found a new dreamIt is different from fishing, but to use handsIt is unchangedJust because the expression method has changedThe seasonal nature that I have seen so farI became a painterAnd I began to write poetry as wellMy dream is late, but with springBloomingThe way of the dream that you see in the futureI shine like seeing the sunMy dream is about to begin ... The poet ~ Now person ...
