Wine is a betrayer but,
Your greediness is as wide as the grave!
And like the eveing wolves waiting for meat,
But you've set the gate of your love wide open.
There is no healing for your injury!
Because your wound is very severe;
So why wonder about in astonishment? ! !
For your mind is like,
The shower on the grass which waits for no man!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem