Over summers that had passed.
Unapproached by fate.
For he to script another tales.
The sheet long untouched and he chose to left.
Depart and stay,
New city far away.
He sought in many way.
None comes nor go away.
Stopped at the playful twinkle stars.
In the middle of the dark.
Long he stood and let out a big sigh.
Accepting the way it is and grinning a smile.
'This is also love..', he whispering.
None need for pursuing.
Something that attaching.
Clearly, all began as nothing return to nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem