Departing, the lover whose sleeves, I dragged, caught
And wept when the pear-flowers were raining and scattering.
The lover if he is too longing for me or nought.
When the autumn winds are blowing and the leaves are falling.
In the long distance, the dreams feel lonely,
I have a dream and awake from it frequently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem