They know you,
As they know me
But why Oh why
our hidden feelings are perceived
Are we feeling the same way? ?
Or you're just hiding it away?
What grounds are we standing?
Will we just stuck ourselves with these questions?
Where and when will you show it to the world?
They have known you
As they have known me
But love was never ours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem