Much as a melting snow in spring,
so love must fade away.
And love may never come again,
for lovers can betray.
In spring, the lonely winter ends,
and love begins anew.
Then lovers stray to warmer arms,
for love is never true.
We wish to believe that love will last
until the end of time.
Beware, for adoration's trap
falls short of the sublime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem