The age goes along.
Years go after years.
My boat still rambles.
And sail through the seas.
May I find a port?
And love on a day.
After a long absence,
Perhaps the sun can rise.
I do not know my love.
Are these could be hopes?
Or that is a mirage?
Or that is my fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem