When I hear the song we used to listened
My clock seems to turn back
To the good times we had together
That helped in shaping my destiny
The image of your innocent face
And the smile that accompanied it
Gave me the hope to believe then
That someday you would be mine
Not knowing that
The image of that innocent face
And the beauty that accompanied it
Is like the wizard in my dreams
That always creeps in my sleep
Reminding me that you will never be mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem