Because of you, I was feeling hurt.
I gave you my heart when you told me "I am your father."
But it seems like I just haven't met you yet.
I remember that you said, "I'll be back."
You called me pretty lady and only came to say hello.
You avow, "I love you"and as time goes by,
that love became hate and that became suffering.
Now, I can't take no more.
I'll never be with you
until death do us part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem