I search, I look and I can't find.
I keep searching,
I keep looking so I keep running.
But I keep falling,
love has played me, it has betrayed me
and it has left me.
So I keep searching, So I keep looking
and I keep running.
But I still end up falling,
Why do I fall? Why do I look? Why do I search?
For each time my heart breaks,
for each time my soul aches.
The thought of love starts to vanish away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem