past

If I could use the time travel,
I would go back to the scene being with you.
If I could use the time travel,
I would say to you honestly. 
If I could use the time travel,
I would not part with the chance. 
Every time I lament bygone days, 
color of my past comes to be more dark. Every time I remember bygone days, 
color of my living days come to fade. 
It looks as if I were living in the past. My heart is filled with my past. 
I am dominated by bygone days. Silhouettes of past dominate me.

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I write poetry in English.

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