In your arms,
I'll be alive;
in tomorrow's world.
Whenever I think of you,
my southern region goes tropical,
Reason: You are a mortal, in a godlike shell.
The only challenge;
I lost my lines,
And now I am being pushed.
How can I conquer my fears?
But what if she says 'No? '
Now that I'm here, 'We die here'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem