As I grow old
Times are changing
Waves forgotten cold
With new arranging
Dreams in days were
But now they're gone
Into the water I stare
And then I go on
Ocean in its blue
Softly still singing
Days coming through
Still freshness bringing
All is but a dream
Into the going deep
Their writings in stream
For no one to keep
As I grow old
Flowers falling autumn
Their stories untold
In a lost poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem