We strolled into the moonlit night,
I wished it would never end,
It gave me such a fright,
When you released my hand.
You turned to look at me,
You said you don't want more,
You said that you were sorry,
Yet my heart is still so sore.
Say to me what I did to you,
There will be no regrets,
I need to know what I did to you,
For this cannot be the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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