My world is so alone,
but still I can hear her sound.
There's too much power
but nothin to show.
No clouds but it's rain,
I can't long much
even though it's plane.
The surface,
the crust,
there's water every where
but can't escape of thrist.
So many shadows
but no one to trust.
My own soul seems to be fading,
my own will is seems to be dying.
My world has isolated me,
it has apart me in my own.
My love has been died,
But still hopping for her to came back,
but,
still I'm lookin back..
I'm lookin' for her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem