Black and white of another day in the cycle of life as it's held in bonds of a love that's non-existent and nowhere being looked for through the years.
Tears that used to glisten and glitter in starlight no longer can be found, they were lost long ago when life was met heart to heart then torn apart; to this day forgotten except in our vivid memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem