How can you face up
to reality? when your
recollection is lost?
And the only thing is
left in a empty shell,
.life rapidly erasing
itself.
when do we suddenly
find the time to prepare
ourselves for lost?
we don't, we find a way,
we pray away pain as we slowly fade away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Horrible! Let life not suffer like this.