In the darkness of night, 
Melancholy mars my mind.
My heart leaves its door ajar, 
Waiting for your gentle feet.
The departure makes me desperate; 
Your memories are to commemorate.
I'm lost in the premises of pain, 
After you left me to remain.
It's as vast as a spiritless sea, 
But even in sorrow, memories stay with me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    