Today i just gave up about myself
I can't have tomorrow any more
Because you have just blocked my way up there
But if you do care, once dial my number
I'm here half dead dreaming of yesterday
I came with bowhead for the price to pay
If you were mine still, I could have so much to say
I will get you back, i will kiss you again one day
Send me the script from your bossom
Show me what is deep in your heart bottom
Tell me where to go if your heart is no longer my home
You should have painted my heart the color of freedom
Before my heart rhythm slow down I'll kiss your name
Show me the inner string of your heart guitar
So that i can play our song of hot winter
Without you I'm featherless, without you i will never bloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem