and when i look back
i'd see nothing...
i'd feel nothing...
i'd look at the wall
to see the notes
we wrote
but it's painted anew
i'd sing the song
but i'd be out of tune
the melodies are not the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem to read. The melodies are not the same, the magic sentence.