you are alone
under a moon
and the wind keeps
passing by
not minding
blue moon
you talk to the moon
you sing the blue moon
but the moon does not listen
then you hear a whisper
from the farthest star
the tiniest star there is
the whisper so faint like its glitter
hinting that you may be sad but you're so beautiful
just that just that
then you feel that she's beside you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem