MY friend, don't go
in light. It hurts. I will bring new
tools to fight your malicious thoughts.
Tear yourself, life is zero.
A black rose wears the crown.
The emperor goes to the woods.
On the lemon tree
the thorns have a culture. Your blood
is drawn, but it was very sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem