I still see the train going
and you drying that tear
I promise I will be back
I love you my darling, my dear.
One year its not one century
I know its difficult to stay without you.
You are the memory our love
which is still inside me
but in the outside
there is nothing to prove.
The rose you gave me
will dried when I comeback
and I still hold it in my book
which I keep reading everyday
wait for me baby I will come to stay.
I want hold you with my arms,
always think of you
you are my love life
One year its not one century
I know its difficult to stay without you.
You are the memory our love
which is still inside me
but in the outside
there is nothing to prove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem