my love for you, well, its come and gone. the sea has dried up, the animals have all left, and i have flown south with the birds for the winter. the trees don't whisper your name to me anymore, and i don't see your name written on every wall when i wake up. The sun doesn't shine through and i don't see your shadow on the hardwood floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem