I haven't slept or eaten for three days and nights.
I haven't even turned on the lights.
Because I just wanted a woman to love me.
But I must've been blind, you see?
It just never happened and it never will.
It's so cold in here, that I'm getting a chill.
Now I can't stand it anymore.
Should I end it now in the sea or on the shore?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem