Funny. Always meeting like this...
You in the air, me in the car...
For one second I fly with you...
For a moment, you're the passenger...
With passing, your smile grows wider,
Words louder...
'Go on. Go on.
You have something yet to do.'
My heart has always hovered near.
For now, your white palace
can only hold one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem