Under my eye lids...
Just under them...
drying were my dreams...
Under my life..
and Within my soul..
wailing were my memories...
Under your sights
Was where I was born..
Dying was me without you...
Following your shadows was I,
Found myself Lost at the Sunset.
Even when I turn into ashes...
My Love for you will not disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem