Little by little, my soul pieces away.
Piece by piece, I think it is time to pay.
Over the years, there was nothing more.
Everything inside me, tore.
I thought it would be alright,
To be able to end this eternal fight.
Yet as my dreams are abashed
My very sould seems bashed.
With a smile I depart,
And look back as the world falls apart.
I watch the fire as the old house burns.
I guess even time seems to turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem