(Dedicated to my soul)
I keep on asking
everyone I find
But who will be so kind
to help me stop asking?
I need an answer
before this night falls
I stand behind the walls
of time waiting for an answer
What is life worth?
All the love and pain;
All the loses and gain
What is it all worth?
If today I fall to death,
what shall my memory be?
Where shall I go beyond this sea,
when I drown in the sea of death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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