My lonely thoughts crowd the room,
mingle with the bright of the moon
Awake with a blank expression
Wanting to set free this emotion
treated our love like a game
turtored my mind with the ever pain
ending fitting for the start
it twisted and torn our love apart
how much long should i take
the past still alive and awake
the time now passes me by
of all the memories...
why can't I cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh lady, what was shodow you are afraid of? tore it and you find the light. Writing a lot making your visions apart. Do not catch a old man like me, catch one mighty strength, red hat without hair, you be proud. best wishes and the readings are go lingering with the air.