Classic Poem

And this
is all there is —
when my love and I
counted on a thousand years

My love left the house,
I couldn't stop her,
and I let her hide
in the mountain —
I have no spirit now

The world is never
any more than just this —
I knew it all along,
but an aching heart
is still hard to bear

Each time I see the mist
drifting over the hills of Saho,
I remember my love —
there's no day when I don't weep

In the past I saw them as strangers,
but now when I think
my love is buried there,
I feel close to those Saho hills