Unless something is legally and honestly obtained,
It does not belong to you;
And like the mystical discovery of your love in the land of war!
But to be set free and to be noted by others was like Detroit after the blues;
And the bottom line is, i love you.
I know that you love me too,
But everyone goes in his or her own ways on this earth as the eagle flies about;
So try to chisel out your name on the rock like the well of the seven lovers!
Because the bottom line is, i love you.
Of a deep road through your red valley of love,
And like the well of oath along the desert road;
Of a straight road through your red valley of love,
And like the well of hope in the land of your muse;
But try to sign a treaty with me on this love like,
The downstairs and the upstairs of the muse of your house!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem