What's that thing called 'love' that I can not feel?
What's that thing called 'trust' that I can not see?
What's that thing called 'perfect' that I can not be?
What's that thing called 'music' that I can not hear?
What's that thing called 'dead' that I can not fear?
Who am I; Where am I; What am I doing here?
I am just a poor boy that can not hear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great capture of the span of emotions. Very good!