Lonely is my world,
Not a single word…
Still live in shame,
Loser was my name…
My heart’s lost its pace,
My life will end its race…
Will I see you someday?
Shall I go on and pray?
Will I ever hold your hand?
Will I ever in front of you stand?
Will you erase my bad picture?
Will you draw out a new figure?
Will this heart finally find its peace?
Or will it come down piece by piece…
Lonely is my world...
And I'm getting old...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this world is beyond all dreams but soul fly for it My life will end its race… Will I see you someday? Shall I go on and pray? Will I ever hold your hand? Will I ever in front of you stand? Will you erase my bad picture?