"In the Lyon Station's yellow light
Iheld my tears to hold your hands tight
Whatever I said were now too late..."
(from the musical piece "Seeing You Off")
Since I left Paris City
Has the Seine whispered my name?
The night station's lights were misty, bitty;
And my kiss I left beyond the endgame.
How I miss you, lips warming lips;
Arms clung tight, but love then got lost!
Your image on the platform in eclipse
That once left my heart sorrow-mossed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nhuan, such a fine piece👍👍👍