"I Used to Love You"
I once loved you love, maybe.
It is not completely dead in my soul.
Hopefully it won't bother you again.
I don’t want to make you sad anymore.
I once loved you silently and hopelessly.
I suffered from both shyness and jealousy.
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly.
May God bless you and may another person love you as much as I love you.
"To Kern"
I remember that wonderful moment.
You appeared in front of me.
Like a fleeting phantom.
Like an angel of pure beauty.
In the torment of hopeless sorrow.
In the trouble of the noisy and flashy life.
Your gentle voice has been ringing in my ears for a long time.
I still saw your lovely figure in my sleep.
Many years have passed.
Storm-like changes.
Dispelled the dreams of the past.
So I forgot your gentle voice.
And your fairy-like figure.
In the backcountry, in the gloomy life of imprisonment.
My days passed quietly like that.
Without a devoted person, there is no poetic soul.
No tears, no life, no love.
Now the mind is beginning to wake up.
At this time, you appeared in front of me again.
Like a fleeting phantom.
Like an angel of pure beauty.
My heart jumped in ecstasy.
Everything in my heart woke up again.
With a loved one, there is inspiration for poetry.
There is life, there are tears, and there is love.
"A Little Flower"
I saw a little flower that was forgotten in the book.
It has long since dried up and lost its fragrance.
At this moment, in my heart.
Full of a strange fantasy.
Where does it bloom, when, and in which spring.
Does it bloom for a long time? Who picked it?
It is the hand of a stranger or a familiar person.
Why was it put here again?
To commemorate the gentle meeting.
Or for the destined farewell.
To commemorate the lonely walk.
In a secluded place in the fields, in the shadow of the forest.
Is he still alive? Is she still alive too?
Where is the corner where they live now?
Or they have all withered long ago.
Just like this little unknown flower.