Dark, its so dark,
Quiet, its so quiet,
Love, its weary,
Life, its dreary,
God, he's going,
My soul, it's shaking,
You, are far,
Leaving just a scar,
You were special,
You lived in my heart,
The music has stopped,
The night has passed,
The clock keeps ticking,
My mind just weeps,
I live with a pain...
I live with my soul...
My world is dying,
Love is my crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your love is not a crime really as Sulaiman Mohd Yusof said it but our fate that takes a crashing turn into disdain it is more of our compelled vain lives that are to be said to be in woe good poem.