These times are one of a kind
I feel like there's a glimpse of fresh air enough for me to articulate
Enough to tell you what its like on the other side
I find it hard to utter
These words are not mine
These thoughts are not mine
Do you remember that every climb is followed by a steep fall?
Don't be amazed by its indifference, this road will take you and make you his
You can try to keep yourself busy,
I've been busy too long to remember why
but it's a part of you and you are part of it now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem