a heart reflecting austere lights
is as good as broken;
but who are we to pretend
that true love does not exist?
my beloved, I know it hurts
but trust me, sometimes it worths
to be the one who loves the most!
tender words..oh! they all got lost,
in shady mists of a cruel past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem