Even when my eyes are wet.
Even when my lips are dried.
Even when my heart is in pain.
I hadn’t lost my smile on lips.
Is it the magic of the memories?
Even when my nights are raining.
Even when my days are boring.
Even when my time is moving.
I hadn’t lost my smile on lips.
Is it the magic of the memories?
Even when my place is empty.
Even when my place is pale.
Even when my place is dark.
I hadn’t lost my smile on lips.
Is it the magic of the memories?
Even when my life is like hell.
Even when my life is unfriendly.
Even when my life is lifeless.
I hadn’t lost my smile on lips.
Is it the magic of the memories?
Even when I had lost my hope.
Even when I had lost my way.
Even when I had lost my self.
I hadn’t lost my smile on lips.
It’s the magic of your memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem