'There are so many things
that comes to mind like wings
and one of them is a wish
you're here with me to kiss
but I know it will never be
for our love was long ago
that all I had was memories
you're not coming back to me
the leaves may have dried up
and winds never cease to pass
this love the world has shown
has left me all alone.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem