nobody calls my name
nobody searches me
nobody misses me, maybe
the sun hurts my skin
I'm bathed with dust
if this is a fairy tale
at the moment there will be a savior helps me
but the one who should raise and stand up is myself
it's simple
eat, drink, and walk
that's only I can do right now
*in saecula saeculorum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem