Staring, wandering, watching,
These faces.
Full of life and happiness,
Pain and regret,
Unknowing of their future.
All of these faces,
Staring through me,
Wandering about,
Watching from a distance.
They constantly judge me
With all seeing eyes.
They know not their future,
But seem to know mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem