My Angel!
A thousand mails away for here an Angel Cries,
You are the only one keeping her alive.
Your that little hope agonist the firing rain,
Your that candle light on her darkest day.
You have in your hand her very heart,
Alone you can save her.
Walk away and you may kill her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem