to be without wind is to be without rain.
to be without rain is to be without pain.
to be without pain is to be without you.
to be without you is to be without truth.
to be without truth is to be without lies.
to be without lies is to be without pain.
to be without pain is to be without rain.
to be without rain is to be without wind.
tell me when my life will finally begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem