Beauty never seemed so far away like the moon in the day,
The pleasantries of life have slowly passed with your name carved on stone.
Withering, I watch myself give into the winter's cold.
Longing for the moment I feel the warmth of your embrace.
Forgetting seasons and meaningless reasons, I let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is such a good poem it is very interestin too