The dreary days are over
Now that you lived them before
Here at home
By sitting alone in the living room most of your days
Wasting your days
Waiting for your swet heart to come back
Because she made a promise that she would come back agaim someday
But she never came back
And you were a fool
Because you believed her and you believed everything that she told You over and over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem