Knowing my choice is a do or die,
I recalled what happened a while ago:
I let my feelings perish and wry,
In the name of love and joy also.
Spring is like a planet which is no good
The sun shone like a golden ball
There is no food in this lonely, windy wood
As i sat in the cold and growl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the name of love and joy, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.