Pain is like a river
flowing though a town
Death is like the moon
which never makes a sound
Love is like a treasure
very hard to find
Hate is like a curse
which is hard to leave behind
Life is not the easiest
Stuggles and defeat
But if you make no effort
life and love will never meet
Pain and death are simple
Life is very hard
and if you take the wrong path
you'll never do your part
So cut your wrists as often
and blacken both your eyes
because the deepest pain will help you
take your very last rise
As the light grows nearer
and death is on its way
Take the pain to help you
Create the last thing you'll say
Pain is like a river flowing through my heart
Death is like the moon which plays a major part
Love is like a treasure your lucky to receive
Hate is like a curse or a life threatening deasese
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was so beautiful.One of the most moving things i've ever read.