If I were to fly.
Right into the sky.
Right into the sun.
Where all my worries come undone.
Will I be free.
To live as grand as he?
To live without regret?
And everything that causes debt?
In a world that is only for us?
Without all the fuss?
Just me and you.
There's only room for two.
If you say no.
I will have to go.
And you shall never see me again.
For I am distraught.
And I'm hurt for I have sought.
To know just how you feel.
And now it seems so real.
So, no I shall not fly.
High into the sky.
Not until I know that you will stay.
I will no longer pay.
I will only win.
With everything I will sin.
On this lonely world.
Without a story to be told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem