I stare at the same blank ceiling,
But without you by my side.
The bed where you once lay,
Seems wider, bigger;
The sheets, heavier and colder.
Was it our love forlorn?
Or was it just reality that torn us apart?
If we were just an illusion,
Just let me be fooled forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem