LOVE; where it comes,
where it will go,
we don’t known the lane,
but, we still love others;
how it begins, I search;
on the way.
I feels the love,
we can’t saw her.
The four roses in a bunch,
that stretch the LOVE;
we loves each other,
on still the last respire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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