Do you remember our last rain?
Still it's pain.
Is Holding my hands still do hurt?
In my heart.
Is this distance comforting you?
Its always blue.
While leaving your hands i do knew
Drenched memory will last as thorn
Pricking everyday make me mourn
Still it's pain in my heart, its always blue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem