I came too late from my flight
Feeling I am about to be back
Don’t want to figure it out and fight
Because I know it would be a joke for the jack
Felt it before-will receive me, yes
Big hand for all my mess
Yet I was still lost and left alone
But great! I am; my heart was blessed
Tears of joy came
I forgot the life and the whole price
Embrace all the promising lies
Cause I know their love all just a device
Just to prove I was and colorful cartoon
This feeling of emptiness flying balloon
Make me cry and realize
After all; you have the open arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem