All of these years,
Months, days and hours,
But not a single second we can call totally ours.
We’re never alone,
And even if we truly try,
There’s still the thought, “People are always passing by.”
I can sit alone a while,
Create the illusion of loneliness.
But even then I know, we can never be at pure bliss.
To be alone with you,
That’s all that I want at this time.
But even we know it cannot last a lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem