That afternoon I feel cold,
in the windy Fall of this year.
My happiness is grown
in beginning again.
Each day I write the romantic poem
For my love in the sweet dream, 'missing him'.
The Fall is so marvelous:
The yellow moon on the dim sky,
Autumn leaves fall down quietly.
The world of poems in the glass of wine
His soul drinks that glass of wine
& hold my body warm in his mind.
Like the rose is just bloomed
in the lovely Fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem