And now the house is empty
Dusts fly in the trace of anger
I’m sitting here next to your picture
Mostly understand how it feels to be left
If only she knew me
We could have a great time together
Sparing some time out of the weather
It could’ve been such a memory to remember
If only I stood up
I could stop her from being hasty
Maybe she would listen to what I say
And this wouldn’t happen to me
But now the house is empty
And all there left is my only heart
I’m about to cry next to her picture
Barely understand, why she didn’t leave from the start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem