Four autumns and four springs I've known you dear
And hoped that I could always be your friend
But now the time has come to leave me here
With memories of you that never end.
They say a man should never really miss
A love denied and never truly had
If that is so, they would tell me this,
Why summers gone and I am cold and sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem