</>The engraved memories are still not deep-seated
Anything that can grow is initially a seed
While you behold its flowering
you can absolutely manifest your morning.
I am wrong, cause i used to believe love could be stored
Worn as I am, I have been used.
The only felicity is that I have not yet been used up..
The poison accumulating in my veins will make me gone oneday
but That' s the poison of love
Who says love is surely lovely?
I tell you, bloody hell, my effort in love is in vain.
But you can never murder me again.
Cause my blood has all flown out and dried out..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem