If a killer asks himself or herself, In a moment, How much is a nasty bullet to end a pretty life? Of course, he will be ashamed of himself or herself because a pretty life is consisting of a pretty soul and a body, Instead of buying a bullet to kill, just buy a flower to give, so you save a pretty soul and you save money too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem