Wandering without knowing direction
Alone…alone…no one
you are just walking straightly.
Whenever there is a hole forward
You’ll fall…with laugh of satisfaction.
Why…
Why you let yourself stay in a lonesome place?
Free to fight…free to fly…free to choose…
You hate it, don’t you? The lonely feeling…
Why you give up? Where’s your courage?
There is no one who love being alone all the time.
There is no one who loved by loneliness all the time.
So, once again, grab my hand…this hand will wait you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem