For a thousand times.
I put on a happy kind of face. But
I travel on in life as a lonely Angel,
I like tasting wine and walking the dogs.
I contemplate thousands of times past.
But when I start to think,
My mind turns straight to forever.
Seeing my reflections in a wavy river,
I look into my eyes,
I think about forever with a smile.
But I think it's the next thousand hours that will make
my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
A thousand days or forever?
I like to use words like 'food and 'travel'.
I like to use words like 'charity' and loyalty'.
But when I stop my talking,
I daydream about forever.
I like to hang out with tequila and soju.
But when left alone,
My mind thinks of forever.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
A thousand Days, or
Forever?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem