The clouds tell me pityingly,
that person has forgotten you.
The sun tells me to say goodbye,
with sympathy in his eyes he continuous
Mortal love is fragile as a rose
flowers fade; blowing winds scatter their petals
don't wait, just leave.
Fly away just like the petals.
don't get hurt; your smile is worth more than metals
he gives me advice i don't want to hear.
will my lover come?
my love burns
that all i want to think about
i know he will come
i have hope
thats all i need now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope sustains some people. Thanks, Zarya