I wasn't meant to admire,
But you're pretty adorable!
I was meant to be in this big city,
And I've been in it for so long,
The city of lonely admirers,
That might be the 'cuz
Why you're out there.
Here I can't really belong,
I want to be home.
I'm wandering out this city,
And I think by tonight
I'm flying away.
I'm wandering and all of the old yesteryears.
I'm leaving the trash cans,
The blue lights, and potholes behind,
I'm leaving my immortal sorrows,
And all of my unstoppable memoires behind
To see what I find.
Somewhere in a posh shade,
Near the sound of a sweet warbling river.
Where the mountains make love to the sky.
Where I yawn to build me a faith,
Love and a family.
Where I wish to ripen,
Where I drool to die with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem