Oh love, you act like you care for me not
But one day, you will be devoured by the thought:
That, like the cherry blossoms in winter
The leaves of my skin, will fade away like litter.
Spring was long gone, and winter came,
As death will come upon me and you can no longer tame.
But, like that time of summer solstice
Your grief will be longer, in the land across this.
I will lay above the sticks, covered with a white attire,
Where I will be burned down with a long lost pyre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem