I think, it is I,
But it is misconceived.
I appear, what I am not.
Nothing is mine also.
Since I am in a dream world,
I am to give up all frustrations.
I cry, I smile, I quarrel, I fight,
Still, I am what I am here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I am not what I am here.