Lily, your name.
Like your name, your favorite flower was lily.
Today is December, middle of the winter.
Not spring, or autumn.
Winter, a season that I can never see you again.
Your light blue eyes were like a clear river in spring.
Your dark brown hair was like old leaves in autumn.
The only two seasons that I can see you.
Spring and autumn.
Why does lily never bloom in summer, or winter?
I can't see your beautiful smile.
I can't hear your joyful voice.
I can't forget your bright eyes.
You're in spring, but
I am in winter.
No one can help me.
Even a girl who loves 'purple, ' but
dived into an ugly 'blue' ocean.
Even a woman,
who's someone's four seasons.
Even a girl, who's scared that
her friends will walk away from her.
I miss you, Lily.
It wasn't flower, that I missed, Lily.
It was you, Lily.
I love you, even you're not
pretty was Lily.
I love you, Lily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem