It's been a hundred years
Since night has come,
Its been a hundred years
Since day has come,
It's been a hundred years
Since i've seen the moon,
It's been a hundred years
Since i've lived.
Why is this moment stationary?
Why doesn't time change?
Why is this path lonely?
Why doesn't anyone come out?
It's been a hundred years
Since i've breathed,
It's been a hundred years
Since i've lived.
It's been a hundred years Since i've breathed, It's been a hundred years Since i've lived. bravo i like the flow of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good questions. I have been asking myself those questions.