These Horizons have not settled yet.
The mysteries of me and you,
Are no longer
in tune.
My blank mind has escaped that thought.
A tragedy too big for any sake,
You are nothing,
but a fake.
An accomplished feeling awaits me at the door.
I will not longer sit in sorrow,
on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem