Slowly she walks into the mist
the light of day is fading
the meeting she must not miss
how hard her yearning heart is beating-
a letter she has just received
with tender kisses sealed
'isn't love life's greatest gift?
I would die if I don't yield! '
cold winds cover her face
their bitterness she does not feel
she longs for his sweet warm embrace
as he is waiting by the late autumn field
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem