And what is empty,
How it is empty,
No one knows.
No one feels sorrows.
Each one is complete
Each one is full,
Each one is in the place
Full of colourful lights.
Nothing is secret,
Everything is well known
To each one.
And knowing everything
It is not good to create
The feeling of hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem