Looking toward the stage and a little to the right
of it, seeing reflections of the bank in a window
overlooking the parking lot outside.
People dancing, holding one another in arms of love,
moving into very special hearts that are waiting for
their thoughts as they continue waltzing.
Testing many advantages of opinions as they are touch-
ed upon by ordinary people who don't care because they
only want to be together as one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem