Everything seems better to appreciate.
When time moves on.
And what has been taken for granted is gone.
To wish that which is missed,
Had been known for its advantages.
Instead of a familiarity,
Dismissed for what it is.
To disbelieve that day would come,
Reminiscing that want to leave it.
Now has become a need for its return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem