I’m trying to write about you.
But i’m unable to write.
Then i feel bad.
That’s why i’m writing my pains now.
One room is staying alone.
Bedcovers are hanging in the windows as curtains.
An unknown language is my outfit
i try to open it
but i never become successful.
Then i speak my own language.
I can sing song. That’s why I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem