Promises are forgotten.
Memories begin to fade.
Souls begin to incinergrate.
Life begins to aid.
Love begins to hurt;
Hate begins to rule.
People are dead.
Water begins to cool.
Brothers and sisters forget about each other,
We begin to beat one another.
Hearts begin to break.
The cold starts to feel nice.
Our tears become a lake.
The whole world has become ice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem