Sit in darkness until you cry
Without any love or joy
What is the point if I die?
Carefree and unresponsible for actions when in love
and having joy in it can be crushed easily
I have come to see reality when it slapped me across
the face
I don't pity myself for I know that love and reality
are not real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem