Buried in the abandoned graveyard of romance
amongst the ancient weeping willow trees
there lay the final last remains of what was
what could have been and now never will be
Broken dreams forever haunted and forsaken
Resting all alone not even one soul now to mourn
Absent a caretaker or even yearly decoration days
With only the endlessness of eternity to stand watch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem