On this merciless fall
Dies a nameless ephemera.
Time grows us tall,
Wears out youth and stamina.
I wish to take your hand
And stand once more
On the ford of sand
Where me your arms opened for.
But clock doesn't station
And your pace won't stop.
My heart and confusion
have only to sob.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem