If my eyes could see more clearly,
I would never lose sight of you.
If my mind was not so muddled,
I'd not forget remembering you, too.
But time has made an old man of me.
I'm not sure just what I do know.
I think I was in love with you
And not just imagining it so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem