Your bride
I wanted to tell you yes,
to approach you in a white dress
with the footsteps of a frightened deer,
to throw a bouquet in the air
and call myself yours
for the rest of our lives.
Only your hand could lead me
happily to heaven.
But the white dress for me
was never tailored
nor did your ring
adorn my hand.
All of this is really
just in my girlhood dream.
The waves of life
took us to different sides.
Still, I am happy
when I see happy brides.
For me, their happiness is a sign
that happiness exists,
but not to shed a tear,
I find it hard to resist.
