You said to do that, I gave it a try,
But it made me cry,
You said you enamored me,
But why did you almost curse me?
Is this still adorable?
Words kill me, they hold the most painful things I've seen,
The old personage isn't here? Where have you been?
I am still a flower starting to bloom, but you want the perfect picture,
Because you want me to have a better future,
Yet it becomes torture.
I'm not a flawless doll,
I want you to listen, that's all.
The audio perception of your voice,
Still a knife that can kill with any choice,
And this core starts bleeding, wishing it didn't exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem