here is my translation :
i gave thee to choose wisely
: either dying on my chest
or on the papers of my poetry
choose Love or No Love
it's a shame if you don't
there is no midland between the fire and Paradise
make any decision and i shall accept it
say something , react , get angry but don't be like a wall
i won't be as a dead branch under the rain at all
i gave thee to choose wisely :
either dying on my chest
or on the papers of my poetry
your anxiety and tiredness make my story so long
so dive into my sea or leave me alone
any diving must come with seasickness
Love is such a next level battle
always crosses against our wishes
lots of cloud ,sadness and travelling amongst moons
i gave thee to choose wisely :
either dying on my chest
or on the papers of my poetry
i had had enough of you
as you cringe whenever i begin .
Love must be as strong as storm
hits as a hurricane
removes all blocks
kills with a cold blood
so beware and choose wisely :
either dying on my chest
or on the papers of my poetry .
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