You wore that shirt that I really liked
With words on your back
I wanted to see you smile
But it was too late for that
You probably did not care
But I liked the way you styled your hair
I truly wished that you stayed there
When you left, I was in despair
Everything sucks when the time is wrong
I should've known this all along
But every time I hear that song
It's you I think of, Mr. San
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem