i withdraw my sword
my blade will make it rain blood
over the dead's chest
i dont fear nothing
making rules and my own laws
is how i live life
i show no feelings
im crying under the rain
filled with such regrets
empty stomach growls
i can steal like a bandit
and walk with no name
this is how i live
nowhere to go or to stay
no sleeping nor eat
i would walk alone
under this gloomy dark night
moon and stars dances
fears and emotions
does not exist within me
my will is like steel
me, myself, and i
my sword and sheathe on one side
i am a ronin
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