Oh how I still remember that day
When you said
You don't believe in 'love'
How it's just a concept
And a sensation we make up
To bring a sense of purpose
So we'll feel less lonely
In this way too big and distant
World
But I see you keep on eating
From the same plate
Everyday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An attractive nostalgia. Thanks