You always made me laugh.
You were the killer of my cries.
A lovely killer.
When you take out your tongue,
You open your eyes to the end,
You stretch your ears
To make me laugh.
When you laugh loud synthetic,
While your sadness is greater than my sadness
I don't know how to thank you!
Someone who cleans the rain of my eyes
Isa lovely killer.
It is really hard to kill sorrows!
When all the island of your heart is conquered by grief,
Only a professional killer can defeat the sorrows!
Even murder is lovely in love!
I owe you my laughter,
The hero of my battles with sadness
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I would like to translate this poem
Someone who cleans the rain of my eyes Isa lovely killer. It is really hard to kill sorrows! When all the island of your heart is conquered by grief, Only a professional killer can defeat the sorrows! wonderful imagination teaching us the necessity of laughter and smile in a relationship so that we may kill our sorrows through the presence of the other who is ready to kill.. thank u. tony