Gallant maiden wanders for love...
Writing to her mate...
She wants a love letter...
A month pass...She waits...
A year expire...She rewrites...
The heart no longer bloom...
She goes to sleep...
A love letter in her dream...
She held it...
Waking up...
She wanders did he send her this...
She wish he was this dream, so she can just hug her pillow
And held him in her hearts...
Everyday she falls asleep...
The dream no longer live...
She bores to death...
A year pass...He sends her a love letter...
She burns it...She writes and dream no more...
Love is only a mere dream...A dream is a late letter...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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