Your love is like a resounding gong nor a clanging cymbals that gives a clashing tone with my love we were synchronize, glancing together we beat.
The beauty of it is like a treasure a sparkling that glare in our hearts.
And now that I have you again, it seems like my pride invoke me to gain the moment to cherish and respect uphold.
My pride is love and your prize is love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem