Sometimes, I see visions of the future
These images are always things that I hate
Does this mean my fortune is fading,
Or something else?
All of your memories are left in the corner of the room,
Trapped in pages that will soon burn down to ashes.
Should I stay here and protect your memories with my life,
Or should I let it go?
All these things that you couldn’t vocalize remain frozen in ink
There’s not much time left before these flames devour the one last thing you left
Even if everything is black and white two hours later,
Your memories will remain alive deep in my heart for all eternity…
Bitter Sweet a poem worth praise. It makes you think and those poems are always the best kind. Keep writing your skill shows promise. We need things like that in todays life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
browsing, I just came across this. I can't pick out just a few lines that I like because I like it all!