Knowing nothing of what is going on, yet I am not trusted by one I love.
Tangling up my mind like ivy growing wild, there is no sense in being meek and mild.
Everyone else is allowed to have free will, when I try - I am despised.
Forever sending away things which are held dear - noting everything is carried away by other people's dreams - left hanging by a thread, dangling from a life which has never been dear to anyone.
Ideals penetrating farther into grief-filled anecdotes - causing no smiles on anyone's face.
Tragedy crosses itself over and takes the place of yesterday so it may continue to carry on in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem