Soldiers sharpen swords for war
Lovers open hearts for grief
but all for a tragedy in disguise
Love is ruthless as the rain
It penetrates deeper and deeper in our chest
but in the end we just get endless grief
love is like the skies
the further yuo penetrate it
the more confused u get
love is really a tragedy in disguise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem