The shadows of the trees yell
“Take him! Take him now! ”
But I shook my head
The lights are going furious
Telling me to “Steal him away! ”
But I shook my head
The voices in my head shout
“Now’s the time! Kill him! ”
Still, I shook my head
Despite wanting to take all of you
I simply kissed you good night
Stole away to the night, and died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem