was once I looked like a leaf withering
dreams nights crying over my appearance,
in the cold penthouse crickets whispering
dole in their monotonous perseverance.
then seemed nearly to be kind of alga blades
along with such an immense water flow.
was each petal of time falling in the shakes
make my poor lonely soul so tinted with woe?
felt myself similar to a willow dried and bare
lonesome by that roadside segregated
to the coming autumn in a breach of air
more past halo: for what was it to be waited?...
now, however, all of a sudden, I've had you
little love which both of us just got fondly lit.
yes, how this passion acts as a ball of fire due
light my heart with innermost feeling in it.
had experienced half of my dear existence
it had left me only the moment of grief rife.
me use that remaining half of my subsistence
share with you the ups and downs of our life.
Translation by THANH-THANH