I've walked through
many loves
some; my friend's
some; my own
When i look behind
some of them gone
some are there still
some i can't feel!
Who are you for me
some of them ask.
Be only my own
few put forward this task.
Yet i know who am i
for whom i wait
life is a dream
drawn by a poet:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this. Looking back, but like looking forward As well. Great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Sands of time.