Fragmented and chased
With foot stuck in the door
Hair tangled to a branch
How to break free, break free
Is there another choice
But it’s still always you;
No I don’t want you
But I love you, you kill me
Our hills disappear from view
Time encourages doom’s design
You’re not healed, I never was;
The sound of bells die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem