Like a plane ready to take off
And failed its flight
The sprout of our love dried
Like a pink pigeon ready to leave the nest of its parent
And missed its flight
The flower of our love failed
This time I am saved
Blessed by my Fluter, I've spared the crash
First time, the flight ended awfully
Thought I would not survive
Second time, the flight would have been dreadful
Sure I would not survive
But it must have been my good karma
Cause I've missed the second flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem