If I could open my window and see you standing below.
I'd be filled with happiness, but at the same time a little bit of sorrow.
I'd be glad to see your hair blowing in the wind and your wicked bright smile.
I really wish that you could stay for awhile
but my sorrow, is the fact that i know you won't be there tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem