now you come unto me?
when its all over.
when the deadline is gone
when theres just nothing left.
who needs your presence now?
its no use coming now.
not after the storm's over.
when there's nothing left
but debris.
O, if you really feel something,
then just clean up all the mess you caused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem