It is midnight, the sky is too dark.
There is never a spark.
I am sitting alone.
My heart is bleeding now.
Sweet love left the nest.
I am waiting something.
Could dawn will be best.
Outside there is a rain.
There is a thunder storm.
The steam inside my chest,
Will bring my heart to torn.
My love my lovely star.
Why we are now too far?
Who stole our lovely dream?
Who darken our shining beam?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem