Illuminated by the dark, lonely night,
Death looks on in silence,
Wait for the right time,
And came suddenly, unexpectedly.
The crow began to flap its wings,
A sign of bad things to come,
A very gloomy sounding chirp,
Like a mourning song that accompanies departure.
Eyes closed, breath getting weaker,
Memories of the past seem to be clearly depicted in the silent mind,
His destiny is etched in space, like the inevitable flow of time,
Death is a certainty, but also the beginning of eternal memories.
There is no more struggle, neither is there any suffering,
Silent...Silence...wrapping everything,
A soul loses its body, goes and is lost..
Who knows where this journey will continue,
Will it be light or darkness that welcomes it?
Towards the mystery, the unreadable,
An eternal secret, that will never be revealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem