What is my number
And how I am searching,
Excuse me, I could not
Tell you dear.
I could not tell you,
The position of
My mindset and
Where is the truth.
Nothing old and
Nothing new, but
Everything is there
As it was before.
All voice and
All words uttered
In good faith and
Let us keep all for good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
searching the truth and identity