One hundred eighty degree changes on my views
A great impact on my innermost house of box
Uncertain questions made an abrupt answer
Cannot see, cannot hear, blinded and got deaf
with this unusual feeling of happiness
Full of tears with so much hurt, but still meaningless
without your presence
Missing you from morning till night seeking
you as my sickness
Deep madness with great mistakes, but still nothing
when you touch landed upon me
I don't know my name,
I don't't who am I,
I don't know what time and where am I?
I only know that to be with you
made me uncontrollably..... wild.
Missing you from morning till night seeking you as my sickness- - - - -> this may be the making of a very sick relationship
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know my name, I don't't who am I, I don't know what time and where am I? I only know that to be with you