The rain-soaked flower, I
break my sweet jasmine flower
, I will wither, I
will not let me see your tears, I will always have you, I have you
all the world, from
you and saying your name is the
best of all words
with you, if I am with you, I
am not afraid of dying
, my moment will be filled with you, I
do not have time to grieve,
O sonnet, I miss
you that your whole body is your words, I
am still with the flower of your cheeks, shame,
your first greeting
, flowing in my poem,
like love and blood, and the regret of
the office My poem of you is a
basket of my memories
, a broken flower, a feathered flower
stalk, which I see in the memory of the migration of birds
in the vague despair of your eyes,
thinking of a journey to the end of my
heartbreak, my dear,
if it is simple for you to pass me, it is an
elegy for my departure
, because death is for me, to pass through you
with you, if I am
not afraid of dying,
my moments will be filled with you
, I do not have time to grieve,
I have rained flowers. If I miss you, Im tired
, if the storm breaks my stem, I
can take your grass tired from your body
, I can die for your goodness, I
can die for your goodness, I can die for your
simplicity, I can die for your goodness, I can die for your simplicity
, I can die for your goodness, I can die for your goodness, I can die for your goodness.
