Demolished are those buildings that burn away,
That stink and sting us all everyday.
Then jousting the dream that beware I am of
will not leave the evening together with morning.
That morning I cried at all and faced no mirror
to character and visually impair.
Abort the young star so darkly I guess,
I understate this fact again and again;
Alas the routine is single-mindedly conducted
Until all traits are confronted and abolished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem