We laugh, glaring distant glares about the room
Sharing memories of emotions, Sharing loving devotion
Seeing in different colors, speaking in different tounges,
We laugh, glaring distant glares avoiding our imortal doom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it. Our doom will come in the end, Its what we make of our life before it does. A great poem.