Cold fogs pass through me,
-and they are whisper near my ears'
'what are you going to do? ' she's is not here.'
or 'are you going to snapped the flowers
alone? ' she's not here to muster
those flowers for you.'
And asking me are you happy?
I want to adopt a pet but -
she's not with me to feed it
when i am late.'
'I want to enjoy peacock dance in the
rainfall, but you're not here to
take care me if got High fever.'
Now there many sentiment inside my
heart but there's no one to tell.'
'so, i'm not happy.'
There many humongous moments, but
no one is here to share them with me.'
now my tears won't fall again, because,
they know your hand isn't here
to wipes them away.'
now I won't get fed up because I know
your voice isn't here to hushed me, '
'sometimes, when I try to give -
up from my life; i feel like your still
near me and stearing, at me with full
of expectations.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem