Smoke and fog clouded up my mind
Thinking of our own denouement
Counting scars behind
Trying to absorb an endless dilemma
But these didn't matter now
No more mending of the broken vows
Lousy lines then the final bow
never to change 'cause it's over now
And like a perfect tragedy
This story ended in a catastrophe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem