Don’t expect me to say sorry
You spoke of me like i am sinful
When I fought many by my glory
Yet you were not even blissful
I shielded you from the thorn
Placed myself in your position
I thought you did no wrong
But you vanished and disturbed the opposition
All and all, it began once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem