No matter how much I cling it slowly slips away
And all those vivid colors are fading into gray
That golden gleam is now a red rust
And all those snow white pages have turned into dust
The burning brilliance that was you has turned to ash
And that fiery soul has vanished in a flash
That beautiful face has faded with time
Yet it wasn't long ago that I called you mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem