when it comes to love, the greatest of beast are tamed
worlds which doesnot even exist, are created and named.
a saint can raise sword and chop thousand heads.
i feel pity for those fools, as someday it'll fade.
even after feelings fade, memories hunt for long
it creates rhythm and becomes a dark song.
avoid the illusion, all you need is to be tough
so when it comes to love, remember its just a bluff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When it comes to love, mute. I love.