The sun despairs because his children have lost the way to the garden.
The garden is in silence with the cherry tree flowering.
The inferno gets fuller of people.
I know the way to the garden,
Ill tell you the way, I love you.
This time you will have to pay because you bit the apple, that's life.
I love cherries.
If you love me.
I will show you. alll. the way to the garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem