The poem of the little match girl.

When the world leaves me,

Don't stay either.

As long as you choose a queen for the night.

Insert it on the windowsill where the sun passes.

I have to feel it.

When the world despises me

And you don't want any pity.

As long as your eyes can cover everything

The arrival of light may be ten thousand years.

I will wait, too.

Forget about me.

You too

Pour a glass of strong liquor full of sadness.

My soul evaporates with alcohol

One day I will come to heaven.

You will find a match that I have worn.

When the world leaves me,

Don't stay either.

As long as you choose a queen for the night.

Insert it on the windowsill where the sun passes.

I have to feel it.

When the world despises me

And you don't want any pity.

As long as your eyes can cover everything

The arrival of light may be ten thousand years.

I will wait, too.

Forget about me.

You too

Pour a glass of strong liquor full of sadness.

My soul evaporates with alcohol

One day I will come to heaven.

You will find a match that I have worn.