How can I forget the promise that we made
under the millions of sparkling stars and the kaleidoscopic hues of the moonbow?
where a dance of colors blended to the night song of the meadow,
and those twenty-two minutes of ephemeral moments that we both shared until those blush of colors slowly fade.
Colorful reflections and the glowing bridge of an arc
captivated our hearts and unraveled our burning desires inside.
They flowed like a stream, warm feelings we cannot hide,
and left a pristine memory and an unforgettable mark.
Do you ever wonder where I am and where I'll be?
For under this wishing star, I utter words wishing you still remembered those stories
or that those cold-colored tales for you are just mysteries,
like the way you left me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem