I never loved, but one flower
I once stood by her for an hour
I was a teenager by then
But I was still her big fan
Sometimes it is very hard to let go
Of the things you always wished you had
Such as my love I had for her, the love I did not have a chance to show
It is now my song of joy, a song that helps me sleep whenever I got to bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem