You were influenced by your peers! !
To drop me in the cold;
But, today, who feeds your brain?
The final call!
Bare with the truth;
Maturity,
Many still do not grow along with their senses.
Feel free to walk around,
For this empty space of life;
Moving on with my works,
Covered by the muse of the truth!
In the land of the living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem