when someone dies
like Lady Diane
i try to imitate that gay guy
blowing a candle in the dark
instead of lighting it
and i will oblige myself with
a very sad song
that a part of my kunwari
died
but honestly, i am not
affected at all
i am an island that
everyone has not yet found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem