You are no more, vast expense field-way is unfamiliar
I go on compose songs at page of memory as non existent you are
To walk through the hilly path is very difficult
The pain you gave me I do not want to forget that
As salt the foamy sea exists at page of memory
Talking of white pages exists in history
Going on burning gives birth of as it the fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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