Leaves' shadows are dancing in my blinders
and a streak of sunshine is slowly retiring.
The chair is empty where my Love used to be
but I'm gazing in space like he is there.
What's left are dusts in the water
dappled with a handful of rose petals;
and he diluted to a vast salt of nowhere.
There is nothing left of him here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things fade in life at times