Be honest with my emotio
Be cold and hot with my love.
Beneath this ashes of memories,
Before the fist of sunset aproaches
Boast these rymthes of drizzle love.
Our days run above the clouds of time.
Others long cheer what we shared in pages gone by.what an immortal we become.
Thou my memo comes from fairy tales.
Thou my heart became your hat.
Thou I lost your fewer verse to time.
Timid tales mock my love.
Time soon began her timeless routes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem