'On my pillow my tears are flowing-the icicles of a silent weep
They're frozen by the wind that comes through the window pane-the winter's cold breeze
Wildly blows like your breath at the golden times when you whispered the most beautiful night tales into my ears
The air you left still fills the empty space around me, only its temperature changed
Im not able to fall asleep, instead of my own I just watch the nights dream
While everything is covered by the dark,
its grief floats through the nights heart
-Slowly I take a step down to the floor, it feels like its covered by the snow-
The dreaming moon's shining light percolates through the branches of a dying tree to color out the mourn
Although the clouds would to hide his face he still 'smiles' through the murk
This light leaves scars on the wall
Is it the reflection of my broken soul? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem