I don't know who you are
Nor how do you look alike
I get closer,
You get further away
I begin to believe
I am shadow of your light
That will never ever catch up
Maybe if I stop seeking desperately...
I can read the map of my heart
And find your buried treasure
on time
When the sun still shines
And the moon solaces our minds
maybe...
Maybe it's too late and your living treasure, buried,
Fossilizes to death
In such case,
I will take it with me,
And place it high on the main shelf
Of the museum of my heart,
So I can always remember,
Expeditions to find the treasure
in the lands of your love
Are always destined to failure
When desperately seeking around.
Only in patience, my heart's metal detector can take the time to notice
the weight of your gold-galvanized heart...
Maybe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem