All the beauty of your heart was like a broken glass.
I am looking for many of it's piece.
Scattered will be collected into one.
Happiness will gradually increase.
And will form a pretty vase of Love.
Love is hidden in thy name.
Otherwise it was a trash.
Very lovely is thy heart's frame.
Ever charming and feeling fresh.
You need someone to examine your pain.
Onerous time will never come again.
Unknown friend is pining for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem