What I once believed is now just a fuzzy fantasy.
The slow death of my dream is realised.
I'm too afraid to believe again,
So I avoid the unavoidable, knowing I can't hide forever.
It's too far gone, it's dead.
I've missed the boat.
But deep down I know that an ember remains.
One breath can fan it back to flame if I let it.
Hopefully it'll still be there when my heart can face it again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem