Your hairpin in my hands
Smelling like sunshine
The only thing you left behind
And an enourmous lie
You didn't want to be forgiven
You expectaed my hatred
Nobody else but you
Nobody, nobody else can forgive you
For some things
It was not enough to be good
For love, to be loved
It was not enough to be good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem