What the hell am I doing
Like a deaf bird cooing
My life's flying by so fast
I'm still living in the past
A movie, a song, a melody
Brings me back, and then I see
The reason I live here in the past
And remembering that day, that was our last
A few months after graduation
It's funny, both of our destinations
Coming back the same day, the same time
Reliving it blows my mind
Was it fate, or infatuation
Could it be a restoration
Of a flame that burnt in silence
A fire, a flame so violent
Destruction of a heart and mind
It would regrow with time
But every now and then again
I find myself back there and then
I find that flame burning eternal
The bottom of the bag, a single kernel
Soon I'll rejoin the real world
After reliving that day with her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem