I tore down my walls
All is left is a door
No locks,
No chains,
Just a door...
What is really the point
Nothing is left to be guarded
A stranger has came
And stolen my precious
Now all is left is a door
But there is a secret
Check your pocket
There lies the key to the door
So maybe my precious isn't gone
For it now lies in your hands..
To tell the truth
I don't ever do this
Fall for a stranger,
Tear down my walls,
Give away my heart,
All because of one look...
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I would like to translate this poem
I like it, especially the image you presented!