G-littered in joy upon
O-bliterated memories; like a dead
T-ree deceived us in the winter; like
H-ypocrites covered in glaze; we'll be
I-n clover as martyrs in pain— we'll
C-ling on the essence of life where
D-reams don't matter anymore
O-r death is just a mere word; for
O-nce in a blue moon, a true love is
M-eant to kill us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem