Truth: the terrible woman [France] Fubet Amon
A hypocritical woman
When you turn the truth into a lie
Trying to act like a victim.
Try to exchange sympathetic eyes with people around you.
Do you know that people only sympathize with your stupid appearance?
It's ridiculous. It's really sympathetic.
Shameless woman
When you wrap a lie in layers of icing.
Win applause for you
In exchange for one blind lover after another.
I thought I could become a butterfly from now on, not a disgusting bug.
How do you know that no one can really see through your shameless?
Arrogant woman
Gorgeous gold diamonds, sparkling pearls.
I won a queen's fantasy for you.
I'm afraid all that's left around you is snobbish poison and arrogant incense.
The smell of tantalizing and killing people.
Vanity woman
When you pay tribute to wealth again
Cheer for fame and fortune
Raise your arms.
Please don't ask the thrush who once sang.
It doesn't know where to fly.
Because its voice is dry and dumb.
For real honor and the destruction of pure souls.
A hypocritical, shameless, arrogant and vain woman.
No matter how gorgeous you are, you are just a vicious spider.
How can you continue to install butterflies?
Gorgeous appearance can win applause for you.
It can also win you fatal attraction.
Woman,
Your gorgeous golden diamond,
Shiny jewels,
Who will notice your diamond-like faith under your beautiful appearance?
Woman,
When love broke his oath,
When your despair turns into tears of revenge,
Who cares who walks through your heart?
Woman,
When you cheer for the love you admire,
Sing for the person you love,
Who will stop by your side because of it?
Woman,
When you put down your self-esteem and look for your dreams,
Who cares what is behind you?
Woman,
When you are sanctified for your love,
Unable to follow in God's footsteps,
Who will feel sorry for your obsession?
Woman,
When you don't know what kind of light you look like,
But I don't know, the devil has put out his dirty tongue to you.
Woman,
When you say that kind of sweet talk, you don't know that you will be looked at maliciously.
Woman,
When you hold your head high and face the secular eyes,
But I don't know how many erotic faces are behind me.
Woman,
When you pay tribute to your old love in your own way,
I don't know that the poisonous snake has entangled you.
You have lost your way.
Woman,
When you sing hoarse for people with a nightingale-Song Like,
They will only spit on your bleeding mouth and pale face.
Woman,
When you refuse red roses for memory,
They pulled out the bright flowers,
Stab you all over with a black thorn,
Let your face stop following you.
Woman,
If diamonds represent eternity,
Why did they sew you a fake coat?
Woman,
If the fragrance of love represents your sweetness,
Why does God reject your seductive fragrance?
Push you into the witch hall.
Woman,
When power makes you lose your freedom,
Why do people still exile you in the grass full of flowers and put you in cold chains?
Whip your wound.
Woman,
When you see the same nightingale,
Smell the tempting fragrance,
Seeing beautiful flowers,
In chains, they have jealous eyes,
Cover your whole body with black mud,
Let the prince abandon the girl he once loved.
Woman,
When you are tied with thorns,
Satisfied the devil's desire,
People who are afraid make you the object of spitting.
Woman,
If roses represent love,
Then why are they willing to stab you with happiness when you find it?
Keep your lover from being polluted by your bloody body,
Put a gold ring on you,
The soul cannot be liberated.
Woman,
A sacred face can't reveal your faith,
A pure heart can't convey your yearning for God.
The sweet smell will only let the devil find you in the dark,
When diamonds shine for you, they only light up jealous eyes.
When power makes you no longer free,
What freed you from the shackles was the cold shot of the guillotine,
Your nightingale-like singing makes people only poison their lips to erode the prince's ears and beautiful clothes.
The person who sent you roses used petals to draw your bright red blood,
Give high praise to the devil,
Let the angel leave you,
You can't find your way in the dark,
When you have been looking for a bright paradise,
The devil is still eating you with his saliva,
The confused angel mistook you for a witch's disguise,
The tears you shed are regarded as beautiful decorations by people.
Proudly surround the fire and tell the children how to destroy you.
Woman,
When someone cries for you,
Can you find the direction you should go,
With a charming face,
Attractive fragrance and gorgeous tears,
Pride,
Step into the temple.
I hope you are satisfied with the full text of the poem. . . .