Behind blessed fields
I see the tricks of a naughty child
Maybe whether I close my eyes, I shall spend the boldness as I bought
May I be better enough?
To smell the sound of your madness
I m so worth like the belch of beggar, maybe just like your weakness
All in all, I m still sleeping in your dust bin
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I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem. My 10 with it.