Sitting on a bus
Just the two of us
Wind blows cold
But i have you to hold.
Sitting in my room
My thoughts drift back to you
I call you on my phone
So that i am not alone.
You're my friend forever
Just us two together
I tell you all my problems
And you make them forgotten.
Sitting on a bus
Just the two of us
Wind blows cold
But i have you to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem