did i not tell you
that the sun did not really
like to shine today?
but it did. And the moon
tonight had sent word that
it does not like to be in
that lonely sky? But soon
it will.
they cannot refuse doing
what they are made to.
same here with me to you.
can i refuse to love you?
but why do you hesitate to
do what we are born of?
the reason, yes my dear the
reason for living is here.
turn off that heart. It has
become one such nuisance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem