So cold the eyes that i could die
but i'm alive
so warm the smile that i could die
but i'm alive
so awakened to the sudden lack of recognition
that i could cease to dream altogether
but i'm alive
so nothing that more nothing than that
there's only death and utter silence
but i'm alive
so old the game that one could die of boredom
but i'm alive
what the hell am i alive for?
and i'm alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem