There was a story about me and him.
When things have not become shackles soul.
The world looks so beautiful like a rainbow.
Hearts were always singing.
We want to carve up the happiness that will be framed by the promise of heart.
Echoes of happiness filled the heart.
But pulled the self-awareness.
Whatever it is the piece of the story about me and him.
In the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem