Somewhere over the hill-top
skies are always grey;
because there's a love that I pine for
all of the live-long day.
I walked upon a high plateau
on the day I knew he was well,
but when he left so suddenly
I walked in a vale of despair.
Sometime, over the hill-top
the sun may shine again...
when a splendid concerto will echo
the magic of life's refrain.
If only my darling would come to me
there would be music from the stars,
a symphony from Jupiter
and a serenade from Mars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful and hopeful earthly poem.10.