For me
there is no fun anymore
The spring has dried up
The mud is cracked
like large flakes of rust
The wilted flowers
have blind roots
wandering nowhere
striving for nothing
The uncloaked dagger
is fallen upon
and the glistening red
points toward
the Heavens
Oh, boy. The dark era...I liked it even if it made me a little sick which is, I think, what I told you the first time I saw it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've come here for the sole purpose of stalking me haven't you?