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,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem