I stand eyes glanced at the lips behind the wall
together formed to a place where i do fall
eyes apon their face as they move in such a force
focus apon her eyes in a stale hit of remorse
love, no longer, just the bitterness or no approoved
lust. not created for his lips dont say the truth
she cannot cry tonight, which is why she wont say goodbye
she needs him to die, with hope in her mind
without his lips on lips, without his skin on skin
she feels unloved, untouched, un-able to believe shell ever win
but as these forces to touch her, she believe they make her fly
with the total bitterness, and your kiss does show these lies
just hold his hand and look at me, for my eyes will say the truth
that your love is gone and you were so wrong to believ that this would ever do
Just do a final kiss, to give him a little taste
of lost love, bitter lies, and a tale to untold fate
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I would like to translate this poem