I am returning from hell,
I live in an old house,
Named Tattoo ghost house,
And I always smile like horror and meet the someone, but never to anyone in a second game of life stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great need to see the picture belonging to this poem titled Ghost House, not really a ghost house, but a brilliant poem about care and love. I know just now that horror can smile. Amazing poem, dear poet! Thank you so much for sharing