A lonely path they walk in life,
Friend, lovers, rivals..I have seen them hide
behind those smiles, lies after lies.
Who will be there for them to confide
when the only color they see is the night
Dark, cold, and light is no where in sight?
What will be left after the masquerade?
A character just for the night of the parade.
The sorrow that weathers the darkness of the shade.
With lies and superficial smiles you made
to deny your true desire - that beautiful, benign facade.
but why bother, my friend, they are all going to fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem