The wind that passes by,
as I'm stood out in the cold.
makes me think of the days,
when I had someone to hold.
It still feels like yesterday,
though those days have long gone,
but it still doesnt feel right,
for me to move on.
It might seem really stupid,
but I dont know why,
it still hurts in here,
and brings a tear to my eye.
That's the reason why,
you'll find me stood out in the cold,
feeling the wind passing me by,
thinking of the one I used to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This work is good I tells me how lonely you are That you are a thinker That you don't have much friends And you are Issolated from the world That is what I get when I read it