Last night my bed turned ugly -
After always being full of roses,
It was filled with glasses.
I guess you can guess why;
We had a fight!
That's right.
What is love?
At first, "I will forever love you."
Then, "What the hell is going on? "
I hate love.
It is non-existent. It does not last.
Just like a candy.
Love's just a lollipop.
After a few lickings,
You throw away the stick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem