You are my sun, my rain and also my snow.
You are all to me.
Do you give a shout to stop grief,
or raise a loud voice in order to stop stillness?
Whether or not I pray that you do not become known,
even whether or not I am yours,
were you able to love?
If I should be with you,
I do not understand the reason that should continue.
What kind of reason are we requiring?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem