It is true you are not my dear;
But it is for you I but once care;
Friends we are for real, but for once;
Never are we lovers for once.
Feel not bad; for yours,
it is love loss.
Your level,
Is polluted by yours charming devil.
It is your friend I love.
I know it is tough.
Bear my feeling,
It is not my doing.
She is like a dove;
And you, a love wolf!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem