Do not killed yourself
Only for some sullen vein
Do not Justice yourself
Only for some of beautiful pain
Do not reply in the air
Or Lock the mouth of March
Where falls down the day of sorrow even you And your bloodied love
With horny night rest of sleep.
Come closers onec
day or morning
Or being closer more then you
Where we search the signal of
Colorful bed and excitement of aerospace
More then whipping our lips
let burn our burning dead body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem