You went away leaving me to shore other
Alas circling whom my dream built shall I get back her
The green home filled in fruits and flowers how she become alien
Who will regard my so such love and affection then?
Life goes on with memory- as the moon who is helpless
The parting west sun is red, eyes wet by darkness
Endless are vice calls to darken idle away the hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem