The freedom of spirit
Will never be contained,
But the freedom of heart
Is given away in a whim
And explodes with the embers
Of a love so naiive and so pure
That its ashes scatter and spread
Around the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This definitely applies to love, spreading like a virus wherever it can thrive, but love is usually given selfishly and reciprocation is always required