I drink to lift these dark moods,
Yet all it does is makes things worse.
I can’t leave these lonely roads,
I feel as if I’m cursed.
Cursed in love, cursed in life,
Destined to always be on my own.
Will there be one I can call my wife,
Or will I die alone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem