All the empty is burned. It's not to appear,
but for us just to be close.
Words are simple as kissing,
but have no power to change the world.
It itself changes with me,
when at night the Moon swims
Nothing lasts forever, thank God,
only you and me, my love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kissing can speak thousands of words and more. Thanks, Liza