I care not about beauty that's skin deep
And bears thorns in the heart
I care not.
I care not for the sweet petals
That will soon wither away
And leave the roses with their thorns
I care not.
I care not for the garments
That clad our bodies
And shade our bittered hearts
In the ribcage of our chest.
I care not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem