We don't know, what to think,
We see all our dreams in you.
To this, illusion we always fall,
Just so our hearts, can begin anew.
We can't reach,
That's not right,
I know, what I feel is true.
You look, at me,
You only see a child,
Well I, disagree, with you.
We, still search, for that reason,
That keeps, us moving on.
I'd, rather think, that we're all where we belong,
But those young, are usually wrong.
However, I, don't care, about being,
I just wanna know what love, can be,
Why can't life be simple, like before?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem