Oh this lonely life of mine, it's a pity,
And without your love, it's a disgrace;
I silently cry, but you are n't aware, Kity,
As of Autumn on the Spring, there isn't any trace.
Though why is it so, nobody knows,
Why don't you love me, when I do;
Only it's natural and it happens so,
That people who understand this are very few.
Dated: 01/15/1979.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true message from your inner heart