There are two things you do I dislike.
Number one,
You appear!
And number two...
You don't disappear quick enough!
And this has nothing to do with you slandering me.
Or backstabbing me.
Spreading lies or gossiping,
To ruin my reputation!
I don't want you to think I'm one of those kinds of people,
Who hold onto grudges with a bitterness...
For the rest of their lives.
I am not like that!
But I can empathize with someone who might despise you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem