He was known for being a weirdo
His heartbeats were mortal
but his great love was eternal
his days went out the window
his life seemed to be luxurious
but pain invaded his inner soul
as loneliness played a major role
nothing in his eyes was precious
seeking his end he tried to crave
he left everything without regret
even the happiness he hadn't met
longing eagerly for his silent grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem