As I remember when I was a bit younger I had a dream.
The dream was about an endless love.
A rich man a poor girl running from some thing.
A man with axes walked up to them.
The rich man paid him.
They were a scream and then a crash.
The girl had been killed
Love is never free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a bad dream, but yes, you're right, 'my happy ending' is not always reality! Preets