Things aren't the same as before
The moments together we spent;
Going in and around the city
Those bygone days have they left.
Nothing but memories and laments
All behind have been left around;
Each and every thing of discovery
Where only your faces are found.
Some days when you ever come back
Who knows if traces you could find;
Of those stolen moments of the past
A devastation caused by the tide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem