Welcoming beauty studded with shrubs, reaching for union with material avarice
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Twisted life sure
Why is it difficult to match perceptions?
Why is there anyone who wants to fade the idealism of our love? Or is this really a scene in an episode of life that must be passed?
I'm blue when I have to dive into the realm of materialism
because I'm black looking at the world, even though sometimes I find it difficult to choose light and dark black
but black can never be changed by other colors because of its nature.
I don't want you to be so my love—blue because it's ambiguous, different colors will look beautiful
The world will look in sync when visited by dark and light colors even though sometimes they collide but they show their true identity
I want to be the sugar and you the water which won't change your nature. I'm sure that my nature will reappear—black where nothing can separate us both except God and I love you totalitarian through marriage bonds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem