Our lives are torn apart;
only shreds of memory are left.
We look back at each other-
trying to find the path to the other.
Instead of meeting,
we are driven even farther apart.
Time is the enemy.
Our past is the ally.
The future is hazy with unknown-
I can't help but wish I could
find you.
I can't help but wish I could
see you.
But will we ever see each other again?
The future may be full of doubt,
The present may be full of sadness,
The past may be full of light,
But as long as we have the tiny
shreds
of precious memory; we'll be alright.
It tears me to pieces
But I may not see you again.
But if I never find your pure light again
will you remember me?
Because I can't forget you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem