The world is so sad,
It is so sad that people think that they are better then every one else in the world.
You will proudly see cracks in the ground, if this happens will they just think it is nothing.
You thing all is so great but it is not, the ghost of the lost and tormented souls are all around us.
Nothing can save this world.
Is this world not sad?
Or it just my imagination that the world will crumble and all are lost in the great void we once called home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem