There is a garden, with a place to sit.
I should rest, but I won't make the time.
I wanna see you, but you won't give me the time.
All we have is space. Here it is all one.
The past memories.
The present pain.
The future to fear.
God, I want to forget. But you won't take away the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem