Shall I meet you again?
Or you leave me so far away.
Thus you can't hear my sound.
And forget everything in the past.
I am a prisoner of time.
Locked up in lonesome jail,
Chaining my heart with sorrow felter.
Missing is penalty that bitting my soul.
When do I free from sin and felter?
Or my fate destinated in single life,
And I can't refuse.
Shall I meet you again?
I often asking although I know it hard to be.
Oh, when I look at the moon, star and sky
As time pass by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem