As my shadow on the forest elevates with the wild lilies and roses.
I'll leave my soul with full of hopes and joy to your flesh and bones.
To carry you again with a smile around the bush of our undying days.
When we're both fresh and scented of the showering smile of his earliest rays.
As his light not as hot as current time as he may sleep at last.
My voice may be firm but within this you'll hear the love and praise.
I'll keep your whole a scented candle never been lighted.
And keep all sweet wine within the canvass with both us laying at rest.
Even if your withered flesh and bones that died in a century folds.
Will still smell the fragrance of the radiant fresh cherry blossoms.
My words may be till this day but before I'll leave my soul
I'll promise to court you again in heaven as he our sponsor
And the trumpets of the jealous angels will be the rhythmn
As god will be the minister of our sacred love eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem