Look into my eyes,
And dig into my soul,
See what you might find.
There is no anger,
Nor is there hate.
All you will see is pity.
Pity because you will never know,
Heartbreak or woe.
You will never love,
Every girl is merely a number to you.
So let me ask one question before I part,
Which number was I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
number one/the special one/the first one to find out... what i was poetically about.