Alone on the wall rests our only reminder,
The reminder of everything yet nothing.
The chilly dark and cold winter night,
The sway of trees that are hypnotized.
A herd of fresh lily fume gently enters me,
& seducingly pleasures, oh you will see.
The beauty of it all is so unpronounceable,
The sound of it is so luxurious and royal,
Read not anymore of what you may call it,
The music of our gentle reminder still plays on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone always has a certain song to remind them that they think of as 'our song'.