love. is that what i crave?
if it is then why can't i find it
hate. does that mean anger?
if it does then why do i feel hollow
pain. does that mean suffering?
if it does then why does it feel comforting
memories. are they not images of the past?
if they are, why are there only shadows
life. what does that mean?
should it mean any of these
if it doesn't then why are they there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem