With each year gone.
I place another rose upon the earth just for you.
I hold the pictures almost forgotten a little tighter.
The love is everlasting.
Till it hurts and then theirs only more.
A wish upon a wish in the center of loneliness.
She looks at you and asks 'why didn't you save me? '
You answer, 'because I couldn't when it mattered the most.'
A creation of the eternal sadness of a ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem