hands full of dew,
weaved fragrance in nose;
fading impressions dissolve in........
it is the same thought that entwines mind.
it is the same pain that stings my heart.
it is the same dream that deceives me.
it is the same feeling that evokes again and again......
it is the same passion that drags me to be united;
it is the same love that makes me to fall in love again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem