When my memory began to weaken
Slowly disappearing by the passage of time
Thinking of you (there's nothing wrong)
Until one day I'm getting some memories are comes back
Silent in a wrenching anxiety
Love began to create poems in the longing
Traces of the past are still lagging behind
But you have transformed into curtains for my heart
When things go wrong
And temptation so strong
Between two hearts are grieving
I feel my heart's will go dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem