Do the promises still stand true?
In far away foreign lands
the moon waned and waxed.
You and I held different hands
and looked up at different skies,
while exploring various coast lands.
Will we still look forward to the rendezvous?
We choose our paths and bid adieu
Six Autumns and Six Winters ago.
We won't again start anew,
But just take a moment's off
and stare at the skies for a while or two.
The Present and the Future are ever changing,
The only unchangeable truth being the Past;
We won't look at the same horizons again
As you and I walk different paths of contrast.
But back then we did share our path
So I will honor this promise till the last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem