See me,
I am overburdened
with history.
I am wandering
here there.
My sorrow is
calling me and
telling, come on,
here is light.
I know I am
not able to go,
beyond your eyes.
And within me, I am
searching a new page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is something that is beyond history.