Incense burn atop the paper
It seems I have lost all favor
No longer memories I can savor
And everything is pointless
I see a leaf amongst a tree
All around it flies a bee
I think it's about to sting
but everything is pointless
There is a place I call my own
It's a dark room inside my home
I go there just to be alone
Cuz everything is pointless
I ride a train into town
I don't mind the sights and sounds
Everyone likes to look around
But I just think it's pointless
I write down my thoughts in a book
I'm the only reader cuz it has no hook
I might ask someone to take a look
But that would just be pointless
The world spins around day by day
I watch a flower be blown away
There's not much else left to say
Cuz everything is pointless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem