Nothing is how it used to be.
I'm losing you,
Bit by bit.
And now I'm losing grasp on one thing I've held close for so long.
I look at the present,
And think back to the past,
Wondering if it was all a dream.
You slip farther and farther away.
I cannot hold on any longer,
Yet I cannot let go.
Letting go is to lose myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem