I care only of the looks that bother me. I have no attitude to those whose look do not disturb me.
That is for love. I am humanistic, but how can I treat the zion? In no way.
Come over. I would have spent another night with you then. But now I am married, andI do not regret my living in a pair. I do not wish anything beyond. I mean it. I beling to what I beling. If a person is faithful, he/she will never regret it. No traison waits for him. He won't notice even if the traitor is substituted.
It is not my case. I prefer to promise little. And to keep what I happened to promised. I can be never forced to things. My soul is little and stuffy, I hardly comprise the looks of just one person. If I say I beling to s.o., it is likely that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem