When the clouds stare at the lights trying to justify,
And the apocalypse is running on faith beneath the covers.
I' ll have your memory dancing as dancers go;
No alibis or hard times that will drain you.
Just all the dreams we have not thought of before,
And all the formulas that stop us from getting lonely.
That is all the worlds that fall apart searching for
Fame, fortune, and no answers.
All the worlds spinning round and around
Like a burning heaven makes me start to fantasize:
Makes me start to look back and know that I lived before I grew old,
And what is the last thing you want to do before you do not have the chance?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem