Tonight, its cold in the rains
Here I am struggling with loneliness
I reach out to touch you
All I held was the pillows
I walk down the streets
I see many holding hands
Just like we did at moonlight
This is pains
This is sorrow
This is life.
Now, I can only live in my memories
The smiles, the joy, the vows
And when the darkness falls
When no friend is present
In the silence
Like thieves in the night
The thoughts I fought come crawling back
I see your shadow everywhere
I reach for you but only touch the ray
This is pains
This is sorrow
This is life.
Its a little too late to turn every stone in my midlife
My youthfulness I spent with you
Now, my midlife, I must spend alone
I never thought wise
Before I crossed that line with you
My young heart belonged to you
My shattered heart belongs to me
This is pains
This is sorrow
This is life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem