I’m laying here sad face and blue,
Wondering where you are.
Coldness all around me,
Wishing you were here.
All but the memory,
Those special times with you.
So I clench my heart,
Holding tight I must.
With my head facing down,
Feeling it blow away like dust.
All but the memory gone,
Those special times from the start.
Though I really didn’t do harm,
I feel like I don’t deserve another chance.
Though you say you forgive,
I fear we may never dance.
All but the memory is there as I live,
Those special times with you when we was as one…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem