Maybe I should have paused and thought of our fate
Perhaps then it wouldn't be too late
Now I am behind this iron gate; is this our fate?
No Matter; it's too late and there will be no escape
Our lungs and our vains masked all of our tears; we even escaped death
and glimmered and cheered. This very same night I released all inside and hoped that we'd always be side by side.
Maybe at this point we should have stopped to renew
However it is too much fun to act as if you're two
The missing of her was now my first clue
I look back at how my hell grew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem