When we two first became husband and wife
Was seventeen years ago today.
We couldn't look at each other enough,
What loss could compare to this?
Already, my temples are mostly white,
I'd rather my body had finished its time.
In the end, we'll share a tomb;
Still not dead, I weep and weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really a sad poem with a lot of expectation!