The tear of shame,
we hide so well.
The false of fame,
we're all in hell.
Who you love most,
a brand new bell.
Troubeling ghost,
to make you yell.
Twisted mind
you'll never tell.
Sanity to find
a love spell.
The false of fame,
we're all in hell.
The tear of shame,
we hide so well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem