Please lend me some oxygen, any fella? 
I feel like dying, 
I just can't tolerate the way, 
She is gradually turning into a Dickensian Estella.
Only one kiss of her shall work, 
As a magic potion, 
Her breath marrying mine, 
Leaving in my mind the eternal mark.
I don't think I can survive longer, 
It's her touch alone that can make my heart stronger.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    