Summer without sunshine, winter without snow
spring without blooms, autumn's colored no gold
a clock without hands, a guitar with no strings
stale memories like valentine that ran out of time
seasons change...never would I
love changes...yours did! but not mine
people change...I hope that I'll
so unreachable you...I will heal in time
you're a star to reach, an elusive dream
the most valiant knight, an actor you seem
hopes gone by as you're gone with the wind
a fallen angel now but in the end I'll win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem