You may not forget me so swiftly,
once you heard
The gospel song, you will sing along with me, those days
Of flowering, those moonlight nights, you will sing
Along with me those loveable memories of winsome
Scenes, may I come to you? when you will bring
Me into your delightful dreams,
your face was
In my hands like roses, that in the garden expands,
And I have sought shelter in your sleeve, we've suffered
The glee and strife closely, how will you forget?
That moment, though without seeing me, you did
Sound restless. Oah, a splendid period sack out,
The sun set in the purple sea, and the old moon
Is wandering in the muteness of heaven, alone
And free, neither you nor I can bury it, nor we can
Deny it, and you will sing along with me.
Once you hear the song,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sun sets in purple sea, good observation