So, it ends with a world so cold,
so it ends with a melancholy melody,
so, it ends with no trace of regret or sensibility,
so, it ends this life of lies foretold
So, it begins this life anew,
so, it begins as a life outgrew
by so many lies the lies renew
themselves as if they were to be you
as I look where I have been
I ask the question,
'So, it Ends to Begin? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem