When I m alone
When my wings are closed.
I stear to your pictures
To became calem.
To forget my sadness
I miss you!
Do you believe to the destiney?
What a foolish destiny
I live with your love my dead hero
Where are you now?
In the heaven or the hell
how ever
Your love made an imagical heaven in my heart
Can I see you after my death
Are you waiting for me
What a foolish destiny!
It seem death is a sweet end for my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem