Wringing my mind, watching teardrops softly fall from my
eyes and heart.
Loving has stopped and now there is nothing left but a
grieving sorrow, blackening every outlook in the future.
Sorrowfully walking forward, turning my head in another
direction, trying to avoid pictures of life that have
lost those whom I have treasured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem