"I went for a walk
For I want to cry
But I cannot cry
For it's just not me
That want to cry
But the soul inside me
It's screaming! !
For the pain is so deep
I want to burst it out
This hidden anger
This hatred…
My ingratitude
For swearing and swearing
For the hardness in my heart
And I cannot find comfort
That it's better to die
Because if I die
I don't have to cry
I don't have to hate
And the birds that fly
The trees and the skies
Will finally sigh
For they are the ones'
Who know why
I have to die."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem