Lost into your eyes;
I began to cry.
The number six becoming your fate;
I began to hate.
Love is but a dream without you;
Looking at your pictures so I don't feel blue.
Waking up from a comatose state;
Our love is not forgotten, not even with the hate.
Hey! I miss your face;
Even if I can barely remember your grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem