Life without out you is not life.
There is no whole any more.
My passion has gone when you left.
My sight is gone.
What I see is blank space,
A vast empty loneness.
I no longer can I taste the air,
My heart that beat for you,
I no longer hear.
Now happiness is sad that you have left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem