The distance between hearts is not measured by the space between us.
It is measured by the heartbeats that go to waste when you are gone.
Pictures are but false reflections, and memories are easily forgotten, and
Ephemeral permanence is left in the air
You leave in your wake
The starlight in your eyes, the moonlight in your hair
The wonders of the world can not compare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem