Your eyes won't spot my smile again
Will you conquer heights to look for me?
Your love birds will miss me
If they look for my grave!
Your butterflies will miss me
If they search for my withered rose.
Among the void dry valleys,
Where my heart is on an afterlife,
In a lonesome cave, my heart found bliss
A paradise.
To this far end I came for a patience test,
Wasn't I who said I'll wait for you?
But this loneliness plaque is on a lapse.
If I didn't say goodbye to you,
Is because I wasn't gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem