I didn't agree when they told me
That first love will never set you free
That first love never dies
And first love are full of sighs
And you can never say your goodbyes
To the feelings that once comprise
We met after years
I smiled, you smiled, your eyes are domineers
And after all these years
My agitation are like spears
In this crowded street of the town
In this busy avenue
Who would've thought I would still run into you
The impulse I felt was like the first time
When I was young and I was a mampara
Who follows you, made letters for you
Cursed you when you were in love with a who
And it feels uneasy remembering the folly
You, the perfect statue
You left and I looked away
I stared at your back while you're walking
I thought, what if it is us this day
But I was just babbling
Because I know I am just in love
With the thinking that I was in love
And I still don't agree
That first love will never set you free
That first love never dies
Because one day I realized
That those are all lies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem