Good days are in the past, not in the future
Happiness is timeless,
I don't know where?
On what date, on whom?
Take a look at this eternal darkness
How he screams
Everything is mine, everything is dark
Understand this
Blackout hopes now
Forget your dreams..
Fire wants corpse
Earth wants corpses
Life wants to be born to end
Listen to the wind
And hear and feel
The eternal lament in the wind..
From trillions of planets
To us living in one
Don't you hear how the universe screams
For nothing.
I threw my soul like a butt
To the unknown in order to go
I always made my body vomit blood
In order not to get used to it, not to believe in beautiful things
But what a cure
Only that,
Still sought and found the beauty
Is it beautiful where?
Eyyy chick heart boy
Everything beautiful is in your smile...
Beauties,
Pure, clean, sparkling in the hearts of children...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Good days are in the past, not in the future' - though we often say that, it may only be a temporary perception, ultimately it may not be true.