From the lips I cannot read
me, your love. The fierce life has a high
price. It is poetry of embraces.
What would I do to reach
the milestone? It would be better to go
nowhere to find the dust of a tornado.
How many lessons, you need
to remain human.The bloody give and take
reflect the fall of drinking tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem