The music plays on as the heart fails-Weeping for his lover. Tears flung to the sea, the deep dark sea, the vast sea. An aquisition of love that falls on a heart that does not hear. Love that shall never transpire as if an injunction from heaven. Lovers they were, but love a realization of only one and when he looks, she shall become like the mist that descends upon the morning sea-Evaporating with the warmth of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem