It is so cold in the moonlight, and I can't withstand the cold breeze alone!
Reaching to my ears the melodious songs of the night dove.
Also leaving lot of questions to increase the pain I can't control.
Why have you seperated the everlasting bound hearts, I never thought of....
Here is my recall, leaving to the dove to bring an end to my bleeding heart.
Which is yet calling me so early to my grave. Where are you my angel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem