Home they say comes so far when we needs it from afar
Hours became snail when we need them to run the race
The life we spend far apart in the cold night curtains
This have divided us into pure halves, we lost it all
She is becoming branded by the philosphy of time
She now writes the old chapter of my love in cold lines
I know it all fly away, I knew the birds never fly be it
I am as lonely and narrow as an aged tree full of tales
I saw and witnessed the rise and fall of aged princesses
Some came with sunrise and departed at twilight
Sing me the song of soul, that old rugged song of fate
Tell me the pride of a damsel, the counting days of a queen
Till the sun goes down I shall love no other but you
Until they sang hymns on my narrow beds I shall Treasure you
Unless You dance the songs of time and tone to halo of deceit
I shall not forget the day I left you in an aged traffic
I cannot hold back the breath of time, I cannot awake his fury
I will steal into his blossom heart and renamed the galaxy for you
I will preserved each generation for our love lived on stone
Yonder not my Angel men shall grow wings someday in the eternal home
Yes like the time of alignment we shall fly on poet wings
When time shall fly no more and distance shall be outdated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem