i can still remember
though honestly i do not
wish to anymore
that port where the boat
was leaving and there you
were waiving your hand as
though we still love each
other, and that was the last.
when we see each other again
this summer, i wish i cannot
remember, foremost that pain
of having loved you truly but
we were never really meant for
each other, we just didn't make
it through our dark nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem