We die and we live,
we take what we give.
We lose what we love,
and look at the stars above.
You hold in your arms,
what you don't want to harm.
And you push away,
leaving broken hearts astray.
Mistake love from lust,
and lose all the trust,
that we had when we began.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem