Would this be the end of the line?
The time when you were mine
The picture made of dreams
A Love flows like a stream
From the day I saw your smile
Until the day you made me cry
And ask myself,
Would this be the end of the line?
By the time you held me in your arms
Under the starry night and dark sky
That time I know the sun will rise
But now,
Would this be the end of the line?
Seeing you in the distance, in the future
it is vague and helplessly shouting here
I know you can hear me
Helplessly cry in the dark with a spot of light
Powerlessly, but I know the story is possible
And think,
Would this be the end of the line?
An apparition, maybe in the dream
The apprehension aroused in the verge of danger
I’m in danger and I ask myself again,
Would this be the end of the line?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem