During unaccounted moments
When I let my mind wander to wherever it wishes to go
Your ghost with a pretty face
Comes knocking at the door.
The lips that curved, the eyes that smiled
The heart that held a thousand sighs,
During unaccounted moments
When your ghost passes by
I simply look up to the stars
And let memories flood my sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem