In the end each heart wants death - What is the best of life?
Can't escape without being corpse - Hard is the test of life
That soft kiss of your pink lips - Like dew drops on red rose
At the dawn - when you went back - I lost the est of life
Just the movement of the skies isn't now in my favor
I am greatly embarrassed - What you'll suggest of life?
Yellow Leaves are dancing on the bed of barren woods
On what branch now I can build my home: my nest of life?
We can't escape our fate - our final destination
We're looking for a pleasant death in our quest of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem