The sorrow of your leaving
The sorrow of not coming back
The sorrow this world gives me,
What should I do?
My eyes gaze at your path
They stay up all night long
But I don't get any news of yours
Your memories always come to me,
But this time you come in person
And don't bring the intentions of you ever going back
When the spring season passes from my door
Then not just the sun and rain,
Even the winds shower here
Ask me how it feels to live without a heart
Your memories always come to me,
But this time you come in person
There must be some path that leads to my house
Follow the voices and try to listen what they're saying
You yourself bring the news to me that you're coming
Your memories always come to me,
But this time you come in person
I'll die for you
Please come to me,come back my love, come back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem