I am watching the sun go down
and soon the sky will turn into gray
until then I will hide my tears no more
and let each star turns them into mists.
With each echo of the ocean's roar
I beg the moon to serenade my lonely heart
and bribe the sun to lead my way
back to the path when I was with You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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