On the facebook of my heart,
There lies a photo
Posted on it
Which I see her
Taking my time out.
The eyelashes smeared with tear drops,
The trickles coming upon the face
And falling to
And she wiping with her hands
None but she herself.
On seeing the photo, they may ask,
Who the girl is,
But what to say tot hem
Who understand it not,
The affairs, the emotional heart and its affairs
And the sensitivity of it?
Love, love the heart which loves it,
But betray you not,
Hurt not anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem