Leaving the space for clouds,
The mountain goes somewhere;
Leaving the pace for glow-worms,
The hedges goes somewhere;
Leaving, one by one, the sky,
The stars are going somewhere;
Leaving with the light;
The colours have gone somewhere;
Leaving the field of scarecrow,
The bird has gone somewhere;
Leaving the moth in love with flame,
The fears has gone somewhere.
For long I've been out of love, lucky charms
You are awaited by my arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem