Fate is ever-changing…
We have the potential for rearranging.
We travel down these concrete roads,
But some are not set in stone.
June the fourth brought a fork in the road,
And we were forced along separate paths.
One day I hope to return home
To visit you and my beautiful past.
Yes, you and I will meet again
To continue on as the best of friends.
Even if not in this life.
We will meet again somewhere
And talk and laugh without a care,
Even if in a different space and time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem