In your deserted memories I'm confined.
Incarcerated by your lovely eyes,
one by one I am getting tore apart,
the desolated spirit is craving
for your soothing touch.
The voice of your sweet tongue
lives in my heart,
even though we're close,
We behave apart.
Look at my wet love,
they are flowing away,
a stream will bear out of it,
in your perpetual name.
In my grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem