I sit alone in my room.
All I can still do is think of you,
Of what I can do to make you happy,
But we’re running far from true
As we slowly make our way to doom.
I sit alone in the dark.
All I can still do is cry and cry
About what life could have been like
If our loved did not die
That lonely night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem