There's no complex word to describe the feeling
There's no sin to justify the action
When you give it a thought and laugh away
You see emptiness as an uncommon way
You take it back and try to see the cause
But the cause you plagued is cut out of lust
So you set out to write it down
To remind you of what you have lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem