When she was with me
My world was shine
Now emptiness is part my life
But she is not here to realize
No one love me after her
Because I tried to love them but my heart never
I love her lot but she was quite
Is that her love? or
It was dream mine?
Still I always thing that
When she was with me
My world was shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem