Yes, yes; I miss you.
Yes, yes; I'm fine.
Yes, yes; I feel OK,
I'm sure it will soon pass.
No, no; it's just a cold,
me, crying? Fancy that!
No, no; it's not for him;
I'm telling you, it's not it.
And if I really missed him,
that,
to you I won't admit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem