I have changed dozens of channels
Twenty times, the same boredom
Hundreds of shapes have revolved around me
A single scene
I couldn't stop for a moment
How many days and nights to go
How many seasons, how many relationships
I have told, I have passed
A single scene
I couldn't stop for a moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When mind at unrest nothing seems to be perfect.