A pink Line of scarlet trails behind its every move.
Soring pain that evaporates leaving awareness.
Telling me I'm alive
But is this a good thing?
Why do we live when the truth is a lie?
When pain is everywhere?
Why should we try?
This life is difficult to prepare us for the next. Excellent sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing words! ! ! Love it ~mye3