The fog of the night--love poem

The fog of the night "When we hold hands, we will never be able to let go." Still remember that year's rain fell down softly The fog filled the air And your smile, under the forest Brightening up the colour of the night The train of thoughts flows all over my mind So I gave up the freedom of letting the hands loosen Choose to hold tightly to our memory There was a moment of …

…God do not dare to promise you how the future will be From now on The same hands, will not be able to hold Together Maybe, it is better this way If, if from that distance You will not be able to see my wound The last of the last, I decide to taste the stillness all alone Fog still covering the sky, rain still showering the night Only your appearance Revealing in my mind