Down by the river, dry leaves of memory
Home to our invisible hearts, where feelings lie within
Time passes us by like a breeze in a sober night,
Only to stop at the moment we never really aware of
A cute eye is floating in the air, looking up to the stars
Such a sad looking, wondering why they are so far
The night train runs along the sparkling lines of dream
Chasing down the lights of miracle in a lost subway
Down by the river, empty words of love
To desire someone means ready to let go
Time will wait while we confess to our heart
And finally move at the moment we give up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem