If I were to say goodbye.
To every day and night.
Will I still see the sun.
Before I become the broken one.
But when I crack.
You shall see.
There is nothing inside me.
Underneath and overneath.
Far and wide.
Near and far.
When I hear my black guitar.
I shall say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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