Listening to faraway whispers made in an atmosphere of
love once upon a time, now just frozen in a memory held
closely and remembered whenever wanting to.
Splitting apart tears, wanting to feel their interior
heartaches, reminding one to stay clear of love and its
ideas.
Not wanting to be broken anymore, blisters burning this
mind with their devastating heartbreak that never seems
to be leaving.
Even if wanting to alleviate its traumatic feelings in
this life, there will not be another chance for this
aging heart has had more than enough for one lifetime.
Now living in a solitary world, alone, but not lonely,
music serenading this poet through the years of this
temporary life on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem