That one day has become never
That love is an endeavor
People try to get it doing things so clever
Doing whatsoever
But everyone know what you want isn't what you get
You can't keep going without becoming upset
Your love you can recommit
And at night you drip cold sweat
When you give up you'll regret
But eventually you'll forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem