I don’t care to write
Or to look you in the eyes,
Because
You show me only sadness,
Because
You are me,
you are all of my
History,
You are the woman of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
History, A history of sadness can easily turn to gladness, With the touch of a hand, a smile, a glance. I dare not speak, I must hold my tongue, For if I speak- All will be undone. Do I stay, do I go, For that is the sadness I show. I see my reflection in you, You are the man of me.