When the raindrops fall on the dry earth,
When the dewdrops languish on dead leaves,
When a chill blows with the winter breeze.
You know it is not too late,
But thats how is our fate,
Someday you will forget me...
And thats the way its going to be.
Until the next Summer moon,
I'm sure you will forget me soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So well written. Keep it up Zee.