Days go by, melting into melodies of past love, no longer shining for us anymore.
As star dust sprinkles down upon us, we search and move away from strangers in the dark, afraid to meet them, because of all the borrowed time spent - wasting time and never realizing that it is forever gone from us.
Love, if it is to be spent, must be held close to you, as you travel past highways alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem