Your lips are as red as your gown
You’re ready to hit the town
What a wonderful way
To go out with a bang
The streets are all calling
They ask of you to go home
I ask of you to stay
But the road will always get its way
Such a sentimental state in my room
As time stands between us
I can only hope
That you find your way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem