there are so many things to ignore:
bad news for example, of use shall it be?
hate, do we really need it?
news of an impending death? will it erase the situation?
live life, and let it decide when it shall ignore itself
love death when it comes, you have no choice and second,
it is our entrance to where we really belong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem