In the month of May
I thought one day
that love had come my way
But I found that I was wrong.
In the month of June
I thought one noon
that love had come so soon.
But I found that I was wrong.
In the month of July
I thought one nigh
love would never say goodbye.
But I found that I was wrong.
But May, June and even July
all passed away.
The only things that came my way
were loves that didn't stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem