Pushing out the poison,
Yet this poison feels different,
More deadly as previous,
But yet as brutal
You heart me, with your tears,
The most awesome scene you've never seen,
Your built a huge deck, A great deck,
With a black painted one in back
I respected you later,
You'e love me after we traveled
But we always had our wood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem