God melt this rose, because it is too beautiful.
I can't stand looking at something so pretty.
I HATE IT, I HATE IT.
Because I can not love it.
Angels leaving for better things, then mending broken wings.
You changed the world for me, you showed me I could still feel.
Now I again go it alone.
Now I again go it alone.
Because that was all ever that was ever met for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem