She came to me, and I opened the door.
She drew her knife, and I realized how I am poor.
She took my life, and I fell like a flower.
she's a demon dressed in white, and I'm lost my power.
She left, and I became a spark of light.
She sang a serenade, and I joined the perpetual night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem