My love for clouds is so great,
My heart has melted forming a relationship
‘Til the dusk of day.
The events of the night subsided and formed
A love when it was away.
Vanish, collapse ‘til the break of day,
The beauty of love and dawn is not too great,
Except when the mind has wondered,
Descending is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for it to say “I do.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem