I need fresh air to breathe,
All around sullied is the environ,
And seasons do not unfold flowers.
Thousands of birds soar in the sky,
But have no place to be nestled,
A ray of light is needed to lacerate
The encompassing night
And mist of depression to dissolve.
The mirrors are dim murky,
And they hinder me in self recognition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clear ideas...... it will be as you wish when at least our minds are not polluted with self-harm thoughts well done