Why cannot stay you longer
or wave goodbye
to help untread the knot
within my heart.
For your smile on mistlike glass
was my last remembrance
as your shadow dimmed in yellow fog.
The train had long left,
the platform bare and empty
save for cold and curling arches
stained with tears and years
of like departures
so scattered cruelly with the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem