Who wants to die poor
near the sufferings? You were wounded by
unknown power. How much was true?
No desire to make a
new world. It was unbecoming. No
time to think about yourself.
Tonight you will lose
yourself. O venomous snake. Ending was
unending. A poison enters and a poem screams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem