Were fading away as if were looking at ourselves through a fogged mirror.
You cannot see, i cannot say.
But in the end i hope you realize.
The chain chipping away piece by piece.
Fragile to the wind, it will be no greater than ash.
And only then will you see, see that i have been dying slower than a black rose.
And more painful than the combustion of my heart.
My sorrow is not imperative but you cant tell can you?
You will continue, I will continue to wait.
But only you can deliver what i thrive to see.
The happiness of a cold bright day.
I want to live for the thrill.
I want to live for the experience.
I want to live for you.
but only if you live for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem