A bottle of wine on the morning grass,
And of the nakedness of your lover next to you;
One story led to another in the name of love,
And like the lpha Boys and the Beta Girls in school!
But what makes you cry rather makes me laugh.
On the street of love,
What looks like a joke to you is rather death to me!
And like the anthems of love to respect your muse,
But you are now with your lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem