An intense sadness has leaped into my mind, cutting my heart in two,
tears bleeding from my eyes in desperate thoughts, while I sit back
and wonder what has caused this change in feelings so quickly.
Apparently, a fleeting memory has caught on edges of my brain and
insisted on being felt.
There is no reason or intention attached to it, just another
predicament of being a sensitive individual.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem