I have considered the dead girl-geniuses.
They must be typing perfect numbers for the angels.
If their life is equal, it is because it is too simple.
Their life isn't worth it, but they're a devil.
They can always up the degree.
That is why we say in the U.S. their lives must be worth it.
But we forget, we digress.
Their life isn't really worth it, that's why they're a devil.
Someone said this:
They're a genius, that's why they're dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem