Swinging from tree branches in my mind, enjoying childhood
that has now passed by, except in these intense memories
where I can relive them whenever I want.
Feeling free and independent, images reminding me of the
essence that is my own, enjoying every moment and thought
that I am in the midst of them.
Altogether soaring into realms of wonder and awe when I
was a little child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem