Among my loneliness
I missed a fellow
The autumn has gone
But I'm still yellow
My bleary sky
Has nothing but the pain
It just pours sorrows
Instead of the rain
Among these starless nights
sprouts of gloom have grown
I'll never find my dearest
for ever I'll be alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sorry for the lost. For the ever loneliness your love had cost you. The poem is touching.