the girl didn't want to talk about time travel
and said goodbye to me soon and then left
and I stood still, thinking about
space continuum that repeats through history
it's one big conspiracy of vase race theory
really unreal, truly non-existent
explaining nothing at all and more
despite oblivion
it's funny how we always try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem