Pictures only get half of the feeling.
They keep vanishing this sorrow is stealing.
All of my memories, all of my hope.
Why my happiness, I can't even cope.
Why am I feelings like this.
It seems I don't exsist.
It seems like this sorrow has taken my bliss.
I will find a reason.
I will find a cure.
I hope my thoughts turns out to be pure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem