Hello, how do you feel?
because all that I feel is all unreal,
I don't know why I choose to live,
the fact is I don't that's my family's chosen sin.
What feelings you see are not yours truly,
what I can show would be unsightly, unruly
no one ever want to see what's inside
because all you see are the demons i hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem