Dear old friends my soundtrack for a white night
Snow or sleepless? both and killing thought
write on this day that the poet is dead
cold iced fights erase the love we had
you lie I draw naive paper words to bleed
what are the feelings we ride?
fear to drow from the insignificant tide
who brought this early early mourning dread?
and 'then he said that the world is coming to an end'
falling time holding faded flowers and Love's Blood Red!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem