Sad rylics meet bright straight melody.
Sour feeling wounds up and off of heart.
I have never been told to love,
and I wonder where it comes from.
At the same time, I start to feel the meaning of loneliness, remembering the way your laugh makes me happy.
Being in love is very busy, I hate it! !
But I like the music when I think about you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A classical beauty, you have every potentiality to become a great poet, I like your poem, thanks.a