The closest I can get to you is in my dreams.
But that's still to far away.
Since you've gone I haven't been the same.
What a price to pay.
You left me on a summer night.
When the fireworks were burning bright.
Wish I could see you now
But we're on different sides of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
different sides of light, wonderful, I like it.