How strict and cruel, lovely and wise, fast and slow, ay, it is.
Sometimes I wish I could trap it so that I can fly to you!
Sometimes I desire with my whole heart to be able to stay when I last saw you and be able to say what I feel right now.
That I would give the rest of my life to be back with you.
It's a matter of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem