We came as a strangers in time
drawn by destiny a heaven sign
our souls and wills kept us bind
in drops of miseries that can't unwind
Your voices shall be written in my heart
your faces shall be engrave in my mind
your words shall kept deep inside
cause moments can't flow backward
This poem is a room of memory
that tells us our own vintage history
on how we touch, feel and see
before we consumed by this serenity
Past had passed unchangeable and done
but the memories of us shall not fade and gone
unchained the tears of our years passed
we will meet the end but not the last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the departure............an embarkation to a talented write...............