There's this question
On interest. Hearts
Claim bitter when this
Thought is gone.
Love blossoms over
The thrill inflicted
On sudden impulse
Unlike the decomposing
Made by time.
Too bad love's accents
Are soon forgot
When another fancy
Arises.
The victim
Has no choice but to
Turn away from his
Generous stars
For the shedding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem