The winter would not chill
Back in the 90's
I might not be the one you knew
But I still got some reflections
Of those,
‘Heroes of Rhapsody'
Crafted into the tunnel of Achy Rhymes
Singing the same old melodies
Again,
And again,
Not much left inside
Lost so much of ourselves
Hiding from the storm
Of faceless time
Didn't work for us that much
But now,
It seems Everything's fine
With all of us
After all these years,
I might not be the guy you knew
Now, I am the reflection of my future
And the monument of my past
The winter would not chill,
But it still freezes my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem