THE GONE BY YEAR..........
Now he departed after seeing me,
The moisture of tears was still on my shoulders.
If I would inquire of him,how could I do that.....?
He was drowned in the dust of shame...,
With every bit of his torn robe of a wounded body...,
Hundreds of tagged sighs were frozen in blood.
The countenance that had been a spectacular sight...
......Was fully scarred,
No one knew,in how many autumns of pain....
He was imprisoned....?
There was a smile on his lips,
However,there was no fragrance at all
Nowhere moonlight had broken out...,
That in the riuns of eyes....
There was nothing but smoke.
A lot, I wished to ask,
But now he could not come back....,
It had gone beyond last year...
There was moisture of tears on my shoulders..,
Now it had departed after seeing me.
