If you love me
You have to come to my home
My home
Standing on the bank of a mysterious river
My home
At the crest of a hard rock surrounded by glacier
My home
Footing in a desert waits for a devious oasis
My home
Always deals with stormy trauma
If you love me
You have to come
Mind that my existence departs fast
Oh my dearest
Really you love me
So you can't find out the way of my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem