Oh, not again, I see myself thinking about you once again
I see my mind’s mooning over, wishing gain
Honey, my gain is not wealth, I’m gone insane
I wish to gain you smile and stop to rain
The sun, the moon, the wind and the rivers are the only friends of solo lovers
And audience of the night walkers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem