Why are the stars still shining bright
Why has the day turned into night
Why is the world still spinning around
My life Is lost the rest is still found
They all carry on just like before
They dont understand they dont know the score
The end of the world has come now for me
But everyone else seems to be free
Now you dont love me it feels like the end
But life Is going on and I have to mend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed, the normality of the world contrasted with, the cosmic shift of individual suffering