The summer had turned to fall,
And it was time to tell her that I was sorry,
But I was not in love with her after all.
It was not that I did not try,
Or told her a bunch of lies.
It was just that her expressions of love
Could not warm a heart that was cold as ice.
Therefore, I had to refrain from making the ultimate sacrifice.
And even though we have since parted ways.
I'll never forget her for the rest of my days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem