Its time to stop crying, the people say.
Its time to close the door.
But I cried again this morning
and now i'm crying some more.
I won't let go of your loving,
I can't accept your gone.
I'm still waiting for you to visit.
Do you think you'll be very long?
I can't quite face the graveyard
with the freshly upturned turf,
but one day if you come with me
we'll plant roses in the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem