I like to listen to the crisp birdsong,
watch the falling leaves,
look the snow fly in the sky, and see the blue waves rippling. I love the recklessness of my youth, share the joys of the world with him.
Young and loving, reckless and ignorant.
The world is impermanent, death is boundless, I love you until the end of life
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Gentle smile,
roses in the moonlight,
oh, passing by the returnee,
in the deep night,
thinking of beloved misseing you.
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I heard the wind howling, whispering, shouting,
like unwillingness, like a broken soul
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He loves her like a flower in the world,
and the one who is gone,
the sunshine is past.
The moonlight is hazy and sultry,
the fog is blocked by layers, where can I find him...
〔😃these are today i translated ,hope you will like 🥰❤️❤️〕
The day is ending,
the last daylight is disappearing,
the last daylight disappeared,
the day ended.
You turn on the music really loud,
You feel pain really much,
You turn it more on and
You feel more pain.
This pain is the pain of love,
This pain is the pain of sadness,
This pain is the pain of loneliness,
This pain is the pain of not being loved…
Your pain is getting worst,
You know you can´t hold it anymore,
and your pain disappeared,
and now your soul is in flying away…
German:
Was lachst du?
Was schaust du?
Warum lachst du über mich?
Warum schaust du auf mich?
Wie lachst du?
Wie schaust du?
Warum nicht liebevoll?
Warum schamvoll?
O mein Lieber!
O mein Lieber
Lieb mich doch...!
Lieb mich doch...!
English:
What are you laughing at?
What are you watching?
Why are you laughing at me?
Why are you looking at me?
How are you laughing?
How do you look?
Why not loving?
Why shameful?
Oh my dear!
O my dear!
Love me...!
Love me...!
I wrote this poem before the Autum Holidays in Germany started...
German:very lovely poem oh i love it😍
Was lachst du?
Was schaust du?Warum lachst du über mich?
Warum schaust du auf mich?Wie lachst du?
Wie schaust du?Warum nicht liebevoll?
Warum schamvoll?O mein Lieber!
O mein LieberLieb mich doch...!
Lieb mich doch...!
English:
What are you laughing at?
What are you watching?Why are you laughing at me?
Why are you looking at me?How are you laughing?
How do you look?Why not loving?
Why shameful?Oh my dear!
O my dear!Love me...!
Love me...!I wrote this poem before the Autum Holidays in Germany started...
Here a little poem:
(Headline: ) Sevigi kimdir?:
Sevgi
Sevgi nedir?
Bu nedir?
Bir eşyamı?
Yoksa bir varlıkmı?
Tanısam bilmem,
Nesin sen sevgi?
Sevmek,
Nasıl bir duygu?
Karda yürürken üşümekmi?
Bahardaki çiçekleri koklarken bir ağacın altında oturmakmı?
Yoksa Yaz yağmurunda dans etmekmi?
Ben bumları,
ne karda kışta donarken,
ne baharda kuşların şarkısını dinlerken,
nede yaz yağmurunda dans ederken yaşdım.
Ben acıyı tanıdım!
Ama o gün:
O bir kelime,
O selamlaşma,
O gülümseme,
O ses,
O bakışlar,
O tebessüm,
Büyülendim...
Birdaha düşündüm:
Sevgi nedir?
Sevmek nedir?
Sevgi benim için O.
O, Evet, O!
Gözlerinin içinde kayboldum,
onu buldum.
Rüyamıydı?
Hayır, gercekti!
Sigirbazmıydı?
Evet, O benim sihirbazımdı!
Beni bügüledi!
Ve Sevgi ne?
Bir ses, bir bakış, bir kelime, nir tebessüm değil!
Sevgi bnim için Odur!
Benim Aşkım!
Bana Sevgiyi öğreten Odur!
Benim Herşeyim!
Kalbimin derinliklerinde saklıyorum onu!
Evet, onu!
Sevgi kimdir?
Sevgi (his name)!
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(Headline: ) Who is Love?:
Love,
What is Love?
What is it?
A thing?
Or is it an entity?
If I see it I wouldn't recognize it,
What are you love?
Loving
What kind of feeling is this?
Getting cold while walking in the snow?
Sitting under a tree while smelling the flowers in spring?
Or dancing under a summer rain?
I just knew pain.
But that day:
That one word,
That one greeting,
That one grinning,
That one voice,
That look,
That one smile,
I was facinated...
I thought again:
What is love?
What is loving?
For me he is love.
He, yes, he!
I was lost in hus eyes,
I found him.
Was I dreaming?
No, it was reality!
Was he a magician?
Yes, he was my magician!
He facinated me!
And what is love?
A voice, a look, a word, a smile?
It's not!
He is love for me!
My Love!
He taught me love!
My everything!
I am hiding him in the deepest spot if my heart!
Yes, him!
Who is love?
Love is (his name)!
(@Fleurke or @Pennarossa2024 might like this forum!)
