Out of you and me has come the saddest story.
How we used to be is long gone.
You...
You change like the seasons.
Winter has approached, and it's calling out our demons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
small but poignant nethertheless. the repition of you sadly emphasises the changability of us all and bears also the painful hesitation to accepting the truth of the matter. great little nugget.