I thought the new year will bring me love
But my wounded heart still cries to this day
I cannot go finding another love
Your memories will haunt me.
A wanderer does not find love
If he staggers on the ways.
What will I do with another woman?
You will be always on my mind
I thought the new year will
heal the wounds of my heart.
It is still wounded and cries in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem