A long time away,
someone has needs,
hold my soul.
I'm on time,
but behind on life,
with the city of love falling.
You and me,
myself and I,
we walk forward.
I always look back,
all the time,
feeling awkward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let us walk forward, I like it, thanks.