Why is it that I want to talk to you, but got no words?
Why is it that I want to forget you, but got great memory?
Why is it that I want to ignore you, but got selective perception?
Why is it that you call me a friend, but maintain no contact?
Why is it that we had such lovely memories, but none for the future?
Why is it that you took such a favor from me, and never even sought of paying back?
it that you call me a friend, but maintain no contact? Why is it that we had such lovely memories, but none for the future? a drape of true love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like someones puzzled to me