Where would I live?
If I were to be somewhere nice,
Well, I’d most certainly prefer the company of ice.
What would I do?
If I were to sit and have a havoc,
Because my land of ice had been destroyed by lava.
But what would happen?
If I were to put them together,
Would the ice melt, or would the lava freeze? We may never know. And I mean never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem