Listening to the magpie sing,
Hoping she brings me a lucky day,
I watch the sunrise in your eyes,
I watch cherry blossoms bloom,
As they say hello to Spring,
I look at you my Dream,
Wondering?
Why, loving you is as impossible,
As fixing a broken heart?
My Dream,
You are the last poem,
I will never finish writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem