Now that time has come; because we did together.
While oranges are oft good, and soon then be in name.
And if the moon becomes so large and pale then full.
So common though I be and you did come out, with me.
Remember that, the first red alley, darker still to come may be.
The second time once reversed, a lonely road, so long to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem