Time running out so fast
it has no time to look back,
some old good memories being wiped out in the midst of time
once upon a good friends by turns are slip away
again this sweet time, let make us familiar with new one.
In this progression one day
our lives will grow old,
if any chance we meet on the cross road
would you stopped by
and give me a look?
perhaps you will be muttering
i know you for the ages...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem