As the fair wind swept the autumn leaves away,
I severely regret not saying what my heart wanted to say
This tree of tangerine leaves, where our names are carved in,
Is a memory of how my love for you desired to win
At this very moment, where the soft rain falls
We're drenched, dancing gleefully around the stalls
Now, I stand alone and still over the hard rain
I deeply sigh beyond this overwhelming pain
The park, where we used to run around and laugh
The unending bliss we felt were more than enough
Yet, here I am, settling on a bench in solitude
I seem to have lost my rectitude
We sang this serene song under the heat
You were the strings and I was the beat
Yet now the sound of our song drastically hurts
As this painful memory of us in my mind blurts
I tried to regret and forget the world we created
But these haunting memories left me frustrated
These sleepless nights had given me insomnia
As I hopelessly overcome this longing nostalgia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem