Another day dedicated to the strife.
Another week inside the battle.
Another year and you've got a boring life.
Another decade being only a mere cattle.
Another day full of emptiness, wasted time.
Another week and you don't find any pleasure.
Another year and you do with yourself a cruel crime.
Another decade and you haven't reached any desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem