We tried to build a bridge over the river
that separates two different parts of the world.
If we could manage to do it then we would deliver
the most beautiful things our hearts can hold.
But..... we failed to build that bridge,
so, we have nothing to burn,
we have nothing to ask in return,
we didn't enter the harbour for two,
so... that love was not true.
And your emails looked like the comet tails.
Now we live on different islands,
one is not yours,
another one is not mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely.......simply lovely.........