oh my dear corpse!
what a timing ought to see my broken bones!
oh my poor grave!
boys!
I'm drunk
by her love
I saw the whole life was supposed to have
just in her eyes
orbiting round and axis
you know!
so dark her eyes are
believe the galaxy is biting the regret finger
cause it's beauty if darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem