It is a year you faded away
To a place I cannot venture living
But your voice re-echoes
I wish I will meet you again
Your face I cannot see
But the imagination lives
As if you left a moment
I wish yesterday would come
Your helping hand I won’t forget
Lent to raise me when I fall
No matter how hot, you smile chills it
How I wish you are here
As my name I cannot forget
So will I not forget you
Many faces I see but yours is brighter
I wish I can look into your eyes again
I pray we nurture this feeling
Right deep in our heart
Smile to ourselves in hope not to part no more
Let me see you when the roll is called
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice portrayal of an yearning heart......