no one...
no everyone...
can stop cupid arrows,
its will come suddenly,
there is never reason...
for whom...?
for what...?
was a child...
...but the master feeling.
very naughty...
more like dennis in the mannage,
more like crayon sinchan,
but, anyone is sorry for what its did?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem