The words bled in my throat,
It would bleed out in my heart.
In order not to let them out,
I bit them with my teeth hard.
My woes twist to the sky,
Should I love the desire?
Is a stonehearted I strive?
I wanted to fly with straws,
At the missing wiping my tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem