One day's dream ...

Someday my dream went away in my thirties

Only the remembrance which remained was numerous

Start off the morning sunshine

I liked the boat's most pleasant feeling

From now on I have found a new dream

It is different from fishing, but to use hands

It is unchanged

Just because the expression method has changed

The seasonal nature that I have seen so far

I became a painter

And I began to write poetry as well

My dream is late, but with spring

Blooming

The way of the dream that you see in the future

I shine like seeing the sun

My dream is about to begin ...

       The poet ~ Now person ...