One fever that stroked humanity
Ripping hearts apart and causing heartaches.
This virus has totally infected many hearts,
Making the mind blind and too dim for reality.
Fools! Why compare your mortal lovers to the stars?
And after exploiting the treasures you left her a scare?
Why extol him like a God?
And end up tying his destiny with a child?
Why do we set our lovers above nature?
And push a knife through our hearts in the end.
What a fiendish emotion!
To hell with this fiendish emotion.
its humanity's greatest plague
That denies the mind sanity.
It can make you half mad,
With emotions and imaginations damp in impossibility
'like she makes you fly'
'he's as a star'
Alas, all ends in the pieces of your broken-heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem