It’s been a great time
All smiles a line
Everything is just as fine
With me and you smiling our day as whenever we meet.
Later in our little perfect smile is a lie…
I then feel hurt… is these all lies… will I once again feel like I’m a die…
Why won’t you just tell me the truth…?
And stop lying when the truth will always find its way back
To the little perfect life we thought we had…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem