in naminara island
the leaves have changed to yellow
the winds from the sea are too cold
and we were there
looking for memories
we walked hand in hand
until we passed by a cafe
and you asked that we stopped
there for a cup of hot tea
we stopped there and watched
some lovers passing by
some took pictures of themselves
along the line of long and old trees
i took a picture of you
feeling so cold and sad.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem