Why is it that I like the darkness
and you love the light?
I wear black
and your shirt is white
I lead a solitary life
you are surrounded with care
my sadness grows with your every pain
Your happiness is in my tears
The closer I come, the further you go
Why is it that you like the distance?
My soul is incomplete without you
Why is it that you hate my soul?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice things happen to nice people. bad things happen to everybody.