A young woman lies on her death bed
She had no tears nor did she have fair
For ten thousands angels hold her high in the sky
For the rain showed nothing but insides
Insides her heart there’s love falling apart
For no source of remorse of her life
She knew it was over right from the start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i like that one the most ttyl