ou can't grasp it, life is melting away
Is it the day dying or your hair getting gray?
It was the bright moon we dreamed to see most.
Look! What I have is in my dream is just a ghost.
Tough storms caused us to have tough hearts.
It was them each time destroying the new starts.
Whether you wish or not time had to fly.
You smile or not, tears had to dry.
On the day you disappeared like a hasty star.
I burned up all the memories by this cigar.
Though I prayed and prayed all the night.
Still I don't see what is wrong what is right.
There were times we offered roses
To those who were not worthy.
It was not love, we realized late.
What she had in heart was just hate.
Sometimes we offered smiles.
Hoping it would warm the hard ties.
Late as usual we saw the lies.
The distance was miles and miles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem