This yesterday I still await
when you emerge from the most barren desert
then silently you embrace me by the side of oasis
Avoid me from the cold night winds
Not when the sandy storm fade away
Again you join with the cavalry
Today I still await
If you’re the wave definitely come to wash my feet
then I will always step ashore
or transform to become mangrove leaf
Bring me to the caves you have already lit
Not when tsunami outside desisting
again you sail to ford the ocean.
Possibly tomorrow I will get up
From the waiting bench of the old station
One by one the incoming train get off foreign faces
And if you the one who grasp my finger
How can I believe that you can change…
Loving but leaving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem