Let the mask of time
Fade in the end of day
I walk with the memories
Holding the hand of my friend
How the world puzzles before her
How she saw the miracle
How she go with the wind
But to see the old ones
Time showed a new way
I asked her “Do you remember me”
She replied “NO”
Let the mask of time
Fade in the end of day
I walk with my memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem