Life left me mourning on a grave of silence
with bleeding wings,
agonizing on rose petals..
my final chance, before the sky falls
to tell another tale of how my world ends.
I must pursue the lonesome path without you
it's not because I want to;
but I'll soon be just a shadow..
in a sequence of this dreadful dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem