Loneliness still haunts my memory
the unsolved past of my insanity;
moving further down the hill
will it ever stop? i hope it will
Now on the way a certain silence creeps in
as i turn my head as i noticed it was from within;
those times that i felt that i was going to lose my grip
some how i know there's more to life than this
Moving on further and further down the hill
the questions of yesterday haunts me still;
by the light of the dark cloud that fills my memory
even now connecting with the real me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem