Somewhere else, far from this place
Where you put the last breath
Can’t remember the time we smiled
To those winds we left behind
Memories are fading into pieces of shadows
While the lights turning the sky to grey
As we smell the perfume of the ocean dreams
In the thought of an old oak by farmland
Be honest of yourself, my dearest
Before we split into faces of lies
Let’s hope this won’t last forever
Or we’ll never know each other again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems to have some sort of inner meaning