In this land
Of make-believe
It is dusk
And the sleepy light
Still lights the way
For these tears
That comes from a depth
I do not know
With divine despair
Like a ghost
She glimmers in me
In this land
Of make-believe
The tears are real
For the girl
I lost
Along the way-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem