I once was loved, I used to be mattered,
I once used to be cared for-
And yes, I put my trust in, solely,
truly and honestly,
Which now has become like the ashes.
I don't want that ardor back,
Which may later become dark as night.
I don't want! I don't!
I don't want you to retrace the steps either
The promises that you made.
Is it illicit to live an idyllic life?
Or you want to lay waste-obliterate!
I can't help with this now,
I can't let my own annihilate again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem