Whenever heaven escapes
And the sky turns open
You’ll be the one
Who’s got to show them
How every bit of power
Remains inside our body
And our spirit is like a shower
Which drops upon it softly
It helps you on your way
With mourning and becoming adult
With the pain you will slay
It’ll take away your guilt
When you become the perfect one
If you weren’t already
Then my deed is done
And you remain as my fairy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem