Those that have long been gone
Far away into the breaking dawn
Why don’t they ever leave my heart?
Things that are well within my past
Why don’t they ever really pass?
My soul is baffled and it always asks
When would it all end?
When would it actually stop?
I wonder if there is a place far away
Where my life is not so mad at me
A world that lets me be a child again
Carelessly playing in the puddles of rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem