There's that bitter smile,
percieving onlookers,
A full heart
continuingly gives
cold shoulderly returned.
Still there's a flame
to survive,
to love,
to hate.
Flickerings dimmer...
day by day
like that bitter smile
a prematured flower bud rots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aww you are much better than me >.> I really love 'premature flower bud rots' Nice job Trixy way to top meh: P