What became of us? We use to enjoy seeing each other's
faces. But ever that since that day you got swept away,
never to be seen again. My innocent soul yearns for you.
It screams silently at night just to see you. Thinking and
wishing things would be different, trying to find the lost
pieces but they still remain missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem