Not....
Today,
But....
Tomorrow,
The question is.....
'Why? '
Suspense everywhere,
Everybody waits,
But nothing fruitful happens,
The answer never comes,
It's only deception,
Strange atmosphere rules the earth,
Mysterious wind begins to blow,
Gradually it becomes stronger and stronger
Like a fierce monster,
It mercilessly takes away everything with it,
The question and the answer are buried in the deepest and the darkest chasm forever,
Indeed it's futility everywhere,
Only an insignificant and unsubstantial shadow continues to walk through the desolate and empty road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem