I know it is wrong it can't be right
as you hold me into the night.
It is him on my mind, him which I see
the warmth of your body is him touching me.
As I look in your eyes darkened with gray
your cold beating heart has made me this way.
Life is not changing so it must be me
rotating seasons I just can't see.
Show me a smile, I'll show you a tear
tell me of laughter, I’ll tell you of fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem