I can feel my life wither away.
I can feel the withered rose blow away in the wind
I can hear the hollow ghosts screams tearing apart my dreams
There is a love thats unrequited.
...Somethings Disregarded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how you feel. I wish there was a definite solution to it. A way for us to get out would be nice, but a way for the other to get in would be better.