Hang on a thought of poison, feeling upset, feeling a cloth. Maybe tomorrow, maybe one day, nostalgia will vanish, but now I fade away, but now I meet with the dark side. Never to blame, never to forget, love was real daytime, love was what I discovered and it was sane. Safely I walk, safely I promise to myself this solitude between you and me shall never end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem