One sound came to me,
With an echo but a wee,
That's from other or my heart may,
That ‘die some another day'.
Often born and frequently die,
My thoughts, my feelings, or a virtual lie,
Can't get together and can't get true,
Or they will remain only a sorrowed woe.
Your hurt's hold me shy,
I want to protect you instead I die,
That you love me can't you lie..? !
Or I will be ever down instead I'm high.
Maketh see you yours temptation,
Inspite you lie your feelings' emission!
Why you are tormenting me?
Are you really unaware of love and flee?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem