This calm love like sea,
implodes. The nightmare haunts
you. Why do you want to destroy yourself?
Half man walks like a
candlestick. No flame. Sweetheart
clings you, not to follow the path of violence.
Where is the fearless muse?
The mirror will break. In the last scene.
Nobody wants to die for the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem