I want to give my love,
I want to make you happy.
I want to make a sky for you.
Where you like to fly.
A blue sky.
I want to make a home,
I want to make a life,
A true future.
I never think-
My all kinds of want,
My all kinds of dream,
Be a instruments of your play.
I am really sorry……
For my great futility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yours are forgiven............clemency is a divine virtue. Thanks for sharing! ! !