Had there been a chance to turn back time
Where would I be now?
Whose hand would I be holding?
Where am I going now?
The windows I left are still wide open
I can’t barely shut them
As I don’t want to lose the reminisced air I know so well
Would I still be a whole,
Were I to run to the past and embraced it,
And to collect the pieces and make it my present?
Savoring the moment
When my heart was perfectly weaved
And once the memories found me
Can I selfishly say, “I’d stay”?
(I wrote this piece of so-called poem in at the back of my high school note book, which I just found. Roughly written, but it mirrored what I felt back then… very heartbroken, I suppose ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you look back NOW to the moment you wrote this 'so-called' poem; what comes to your mind? (he.)