Butterfly is full of illusion
with the moon reflecting through
your eyesight
Love is like maze trying to find your way
back to the person who you loves
Our loves may cure our pains with forgiveness
But love never dies easily
cause no-one could realizing that
they meant to be
until we about to leaving
the hands of the person
who we cares and loves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem