Have yourself a wonderful party; invite all the ones you love;
but the party has to end, at some point it is still not enough; happiness is in the air, enjoying every moment like you just don’t care…
after all, these feelings will be a sweet loving memory;
but your diary won’t feel the same as you,
cuz for the diary they are… only words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem