People will change,
Time will move on.
You will change,
your old-self would be gone.
The world will change,
You and I the same.
Memories will pass us
but they stay the same.
Fun and sad memories,
all too dear to lose.
Having you in my memories,
was something too dear to lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People change with time, the things we face and the things they face, the different experiences each faces change how each perceive things which can make us feel foreign to people we are apart with over time. Still I like this poem as it shows a certain amount of maturity. I use to feel this way too maybe still a little haha.