I’ve been to your appartment, I believe you call it home
Seen the sun over the bridge when smoking all alone
I’ve tried to go to your heart and stay there for my life
But the sun always sets before you start reflect
Somehow though I managed to know that your heart is there
For my eyes to see even though I can’t hold it close to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem