Today I want to plant a rose flower,
It would be to my beloved soft corner.
When I will not be here,
The flower will be bloomed there.
Our first meetings will turn into petals,
Her tears will be crystals.
While the petals will drop on the ground,
Her feelings will roam around.
After a while it will fly away,
It will remind her our first dating was in May.
There is no instruments in which can measure,
How she used to share with me her pleasure.
Every now and then she will raise her ears,
Might be my words will make whispers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem