asking question
staring at the night
listening to the beat
of what we used to call
song
why?
status.
it is.
you are so upper
while I'm at the lower-class
it is classic
tragic
and ironic
forgiving seduction
staring at your picture
regretting much to your cheat
-what we used to call
friendship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem