I don't see.
Why I must do everything for you.
Just to please you.
When you do something.
Wrong.
It's wrong.
Does it cause you glee?
Don't you know.
I feel blue?
Can't you feel the flow?
Of madness?
The flame?
Oh, the insaneness.
The insanity.
No clarity.
There's no stop.
We're at the top.
I set the blame.
On you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem