The roses I picked out for you are already dead,
I should have gotten something lifeless instead!
The chocolates I saved, from my share, for you to taste,
They have become inedible; another thing gone to waste!
The little things I wanted to tell you, the sweet words too,
Suddenly seem to have no meaning; they grew wings and flew!
The sincere hug I was preserving has wilted; it has lost its essence,
Since you seem to find pleasure in my lack of presence!
The warm tears have turned cold,
The love words have grown old,
No one there for me to hold,
Nothing left to be told…
I wonder why I, once again, joyfully pick out roses for you,
I still save chocolates and hugs just to share with you too…
I wonder why I still have many things to say as well,
Numerous stories for you to hear and for me to tell…
I wonder why the tears do not seize or dry…
I wonder when, I wonder how, I wonder why!
I wonder when will this separation finally kick in…
When will my head over my heart triumph and win!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.