I stopped counting the days
As I begun feeling them; wishing that they do not end.
I stopped wishing for tomorrow
because today is so beautiful; am afraid to let it go.
I stopped asking for change
because I'd like us to be suspended in this limbo,
Trapped in this wonderland, dazed with this emotion.
If this isn't how being inloved is, I do not know what is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem