Looking that her luster eyes as well as her thin neck and soften the breast
Reaching that for smells, her body fragrance
Feeling that solitary me and she in their
Sitting where that same sofa
Oh, god I closed to her second by second
Thinking that catch up her soften fingers
Reaching to hers rose color cheek by thousand time
Although she looked up another way without worried me
At the next moment, she looked at me
Although she not smile or kindly eye
standing that from the sofa and went from my sight
Oh god collapse my heart and soul was going to the burial
Drowning that was sun where far away sky but it has frail color
Thinking that my life was mock, lark, and sad
The one ammo was entered my pistol revolve
At the next moment, it presses up to the corner of frontal for a shoot up through the brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem