The face is downcast like a statue
Tears are the rill you see on the cheeks
Hands folded between the thighs
The world is gone
She's the only one left behind
No, cheer up
The storms may rage
And the sky dark becomes
Cheer up!
Calm will return and tears dry
And your charm renewed
Smile will be the next thing
In the world of hills and valleys
Where you may not be the only one
In the legion of valleys
Swallowed by grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soon the Valley of grief will turn to valley of happiness.............Loved it.