our dirty world full with vibes of evil romance, nothing to imagine just the lost soul of man kind.
we made the world, the world
tend to be our maker,
we can't even see when the
soul is even naked.
what a pity the point is dirty
we can't brag for help, we are
on the wrong side,
our dirty world is nothing who can see this?
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I would like to translate this poem