Love is like that cloud that longingly for a tinder snow falling from the cloudy white sky seeing a brid flying above.
The cloudy white sky on a winter of Feb looking for a warmth place slips down above the rooftop it flows as the snow begun to melt on thursday an afternoon spring arise on the cliffy cliff snow start to dissolve as the sun high above the cloudy white bed of a winter sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem