Alan Dawa Dolma

I think I heard your voice, clearly in my ears
yet the wind scratches it out
how many times you whispered to me
the words I want to hear most right now
cannot be heard twice

I can’t have it, but I still love you
you alone always let the blessed rain
fall on my dried-up heart
so the flowers will softly bloom

I seem to be broken, when you embrace me
transmitting the warmth of your body;
the tears overflowed
Speak of friendship, through any kind of hardship
“there will even be a next time like that”
now cannot be heard twice

Even though I want it, I still love you
the colors of our days together won’t fade
the blessed rain will surely continue to fall forever
tears on my withered heart

Because I met you, I’ve come this far
you alone always let the blessed rain
fall on my dried-up heart
so the flowers will softly bloom
so the flowers will softly bloom.