Time flies and black turns to white,
Soft turns to rough,
Clear sight turns to blur,
And everything will be incomplete.
Time passed and everyone will leave you,
But one man will remain in your life,
Not your best friend or your boyfriend
But the man who made you
Do you know who that man is?
His you’re King
for you are his Princess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem