Love you more and more each day
Holding your hands became a sin
Promise to wait till the end of the day
Just afraid the feeling being swept away
Such a sweet misery you gave me
Could I be the one you found on that day?
Would it happen as is since?
Isn’t it gonna be Okay?
Only if I can love you more each day
I’d accept the misery you gave me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem