When dark night spreads
Its shroud across the graveyards
When witches and ghosts
Move as shadows to keep guards
You must not forget to shed
Tears on my grave for the love
I did not get and found myself dead
When confused wind does
Not know which direction to take
Bathed in light of the moon
Your beauty seems old and fake
You must not forget to cry
Remembering me you realize
True love lives forever is just a lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem