'These beautiful memorize give me a breeze.
Whish, could have save those moments and freeze.
Never valued when I actually had them.
But grin's as the distances bring us close as a stem.
This house doesn't feel like home.
Empty rooms and the hearts to be doom.
Flashbacks to the time which ran so fast.
Now the time doesn't passes with the memories to be last.
We split into pieces as the fate preaches.
With empty heart's and dry tears for our Cry reaches.
Now the silence scream to be a whisper.
Wandering along your paths, the sweetness which disappear.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem