The song is new so are issues
When closeness is erased by distance
I feel sitting in one of these '80 windows' across the street
Blaming panta rhei or the definition of a degree?
Organs vs 'I love you forevers' are monday morning climaxes
The stream is changing as leafs fall to the autumn grounds
I find inspiration within voices of Mancunia
Dad is here but I reckon I breathe through melancholia.
'And here she was' like a disapointment
full of tears even in Sun's dashing moment
I will remember these death
'I will despair to forget' for epitaph.
thx Boet, NS and Wl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem