You forgot your green jersey here with me
and the perfume that is clinging to it
makes me long much more for you
and it is as if you are here with me
tonight you will walk in,
but when you called just now
I could not tell you
this kind of thing
and I am here and you are there
and I wonder when
you are coming to get your jersey?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem