Anxious, falling, never will bloom
Will not go far, I presume.
'Why are you upset? '
Smile, smile, smiles from me
Nothing's wrong, can't you see?
'God, it's like we've never even met! '
Lies? Maybe.
The truth? you'll see!
'You're so pathetic, why not play Russian roulette? '
Don't worry, I won't be troubling you soon,
For now I go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem