once upon a time,
I was wandering in a beautiful garden
I saw a pretty girl sitting on the grass
she looked torn deep inside,
and tears filled her eyes
a little girl with a broken heart
nothing I can do to comfort her
I told myself why don't I talk to her?
I asked her why all this tears?
you are still young and beautiful like spring flowers
she looked at me with teary eyes, and told me:
what becomes of a girl with a broken heart?
I was touched by the look in her eyes
now sitting at the same place,
I wonder what happened to the girl with sored eyes?
I've nothing but blame myself-
for not trying to make things better
maybe she is in another garden now
and her soul leaps high with the hummingbirds,
singing a happy song
with the smell of fragrant roses all around her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem