Hey girl, it's quite impractical to back
Night grown late and sinister
May someone outside put up a catch,
not to let you go detour them in this rain
Said, I am truly all right
But staying here fated both fate in nightmare
I can't stop myself to insist trapped
And cannot keep their spirit shut
that the night today I lost
Society awaits out
They vow to trap me or
chase you for your kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem