We’ve opened the bridge again
To let the waters of these
Troublesome times run under.
The storms of screams have faded
Away into the faintest thunder.
Sometimes I wonder;
I wonder if you wonder
How the status quo would be
If you never, ever forgave me.
Well, it would just be so informal
If we couldn’t get back to normal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem