As I sit here by thinking of you,
I often get the odour of your hair
As if you are very close to me;
Then I hear your whisper in my ears:
"Didn't you write any poetry today? "
"How can I write when my wholesome
Inspiration is missing the whole day? "
"When you miss me, why don't you
Visit to the inner layer of your heart,
Like the same way I do whenever I miss you?
Since we have already installed our own thrones there,
Why do you forget that every now and then, my dear? "
"Yes, you are absolutely right, my dear"
I soon took out my pen to send off my depression!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem