As for me
and as for only, my only that
i can only say
is it not great, so regrettably
because of my mind
and that you must go off unsatisfactorily,
even a thousand times more or less
knowing i would not, even though you now know
which can i but live because of that
because of the red pulsing beating
that beats so irregular as for my eternity is deeply, wide.
I am not regrettable and because of my lost mind,
and but because again my forever,
have you found and it comes around again
you must go,
and as for the dust,
which does not have my body yet
lost joy returning too and drifting by a little slower than before,
forever as for that i you/ you yearned too learn, i know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem