I don't know
What it is,
That hurts so much
When I think of you,
About what we are
And what we cannot be.
I don't know what it is
Whether my heart
Or the soul
That cries out
The sweet melancholy.
It literally hurts me
Not in the left or the right,
But in between.
I think that's where my heart is,
It maybe the soul.
I really don't know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem