He told her, so you say that you love me.
Then why do I feel that I have been stung by a bee.
Or like a raccoon trapped by a hound dog in a tree.
Or a lonely ship that is out to sea.
Or a piece of carpet on the floor.
When used up, it will be thrown out the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poor guy. I'm certain that he deserves better, and I hope that he finds it! :) (You can tell that I put myself into the shoes of characters in poetry!)