We knew dreams were just dreams,
But it never really happened.
It makes me feel dead.
Lack is a lament,
And even the way of forgetting
You're always on my mind all the time.
I hate it because it's memories of a time,
Wishing I never met him.
I want him to be erased completely.
I can't take the pain.
What's more to gain?
I'm a disaster.
I'm pathetic.
I loved him and still do,
But what else can I do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem