My lips,
except for yours
touched not, except for yours
so goes your smile.
I laugh
it touches not the two I touch
except for joy.
And no not I and no not I
and since my lips,
I've pressed upon googbye.
And yet again, I have resolved
hello again, goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So goes your smile with the muse of love and life. Nice work.