Off the wall! !
Off the solar rays;
To the grave of idols,
But, i am here to stay with my works.
Cold Autumn nights,
Walking in the rain with my umbrella;
Where is the summer to warm me up? !
Oh! Summer lover;
Your words of comfort,
Then comes winter as my heartbreaker!
And to accept things as they are;
In the name of the seasons,
Not forgetting Spring time.
Love,
True love;
You will always come back to me.
Autumn's leaves,
Summer's heat,
Spring's flowers,
Winter's cold;
From abstract to realism! !
You will always come back to me.
To eat the meal!
By the eastwind of your love;
Compassionately,
And, all who have ears will laugh together with me.
Listen to my voice! !
Tell me your dreams;
Liste to her voice!
tell her your dreams;
Listen to his voice!
Tell him your dreams;
Out of the river of life!
Like the muse of a woman with her child.
Out of a pleasing aroma,
Love in the garden of peace!
Compassinately with the frangrance of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem