Reading my mind, abstractedly taking pictures, photographically
leaving imprints - solitary factors leading into empty spaces,
fulfilling promises of yesterday.
Leaving, saying good-bye without regrets, knowing the emptiness
of abandonment as it scrapes raspingly against my inner mind,
subconsciously dying instead of trying to hold on any longer.
Living in despair, noting that life is no longer within me,
and what's more, I no longer care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem