As I go outside into the darkness, the coldness of the dampness of the drizzle penetrates me.
This reminds me of the chilly winter raining nights and mornings we snuggled tightly,
held each other warmly.
Loved each other passionately.
Haunted by lovely memories,
crowding me,
I start running but I can never get far enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem