Time flies before I realise it,
After few years I still hold onto this,
Hoping that shooting star to dust on me,
But passion is gone,
Love is wrong,
I don't have to wait for long,
Soon enough I found it torn,
Nothing even been so strong.
I realise time flies before it,
Few years after I still hold onto this,
Shooting star hoping to dust on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem