Remember the days we used to laugh and play,
Remember the days we could just enjoy the day.
Sleepless days, we each go our tired ways.
Our paths forever crossed, soon to be forever gone.
May we stay in touch in memories for distance creates destructive static.
Relationships that thrived dwinddled down and begin to fade and die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem