I don't care about my life.
...don't care about the valentine with a red rose.
Who don't give a...
So this is second time where I stand.
Pretending like a matured man.
Across down down a dusk.
In front a rusted door knob.
A cigarette packet into my pocket.
My phone crying its loud.
A mini stair case beyond this door
Heaven lies up on this floor.
But Why can't people understand
the reality never change with time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem