All my songs have turned poison
All my tears a dry bed
Yet she keeps me await
Through endless days.
Homecoming is it?
Through this sweet December sky
Countless hours have passed in agony
Till do I see her smile.
Is that truly her?
As true as the evening sky
The moon shines brightly
Through her sparkling eyes.
Her lips do softly
Glides against mine
Till my heart grows weak
And our embrace a sigh
Her hands are cold
And softly clutched to mine
As we walk towards a cab
With silence sweeter than wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written not on nostalgic sense! but on the love for sweetheart! nice writings