Perhaps no one would notice if I was taken
The curtain did not bow nor a tree
Do you feel the feeling that I had enough
That my life is on a road so tragically rough
Just cooked some food for the first time in a while
Eating has definitely made me feel so utterly vile
So the deathbed bell will not ring for a long trial
And now the is nigh, because the curtain call if falling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem