</>There were shadows that suddenly vanishes
Over the air, over the sky, over the moon
I’d rather try to die than to live
In the sumptuous clone of my dilapidated life
Here I am, standing in front of nothing
Looking what beyond might have for me
Crawling from every inch of my tear
That suffered from the pain of the light
How will I know? Will there be a sign?
Will I be alarmed? Will I be touched?
The days may have gone by
But I’m still standing in the same floor
Cry, laugh, and sigh
Here are the only words that my heart knows
Will you add something for me?
And just to look at
(1/18/11 mmm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem