Heart no longer wanted his way
Never pitch-black road
Long full of tears
The light of truth no longer exists
And smile shyly
It raised on the lips
Hope will not be happy waiting for hope
When the ringing question
And keep unanswered
Why I'm sad
It's the spider's web
Waiting with her clothing feeble
Feeble kill you
Let it, draws to Your World
You will see pure loss
Of ups and down
All
Travelers with happiness and pain
Sometimes blissful and other sickness
Each carries wounds
No winner and defeated
This is how life goes
Do not regret the past
Let your moment will make you happy
It will not stay the darkness of night
It will rise and the prospects of the morning
As long as the memory of the heart
Is the disease and the cure
Lift your head to the sky
Towering The future
It is bound to be the most beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lift the head to the sky......be the most beautiful is very nice.Liked the ink.
Yes, sure lift the head to sky and see the beauty by eyes, it's very nice