Millions of faces out in the street
I need just one which I'm willing to meet
Looking for you thru indifferent crowds
My love is so special that people have doubts
Embracing a dream is such a hard thing to do
I'm late for everywhere, and so are you
Had we wings, we would've flown away from here
Close to me you won't have feelings of regret or fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one could have been by Van Gogh. Interesting, that.