Dream of supple blossoms,
Oh my heart still remembers
- the delight with you.
Only wishing stars,
can show me now the way back
- to you lost in time.
Oh dear memories,
when I listen to music
- we are together.
On this lonely road,
I still hear the voice of summer
- oh how I long you.
Time does not stand still,
life goes and becomes of earth
- for spring to blossom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem