In shades of dark, blue, violet, black
It lies waiting for the end
Not what it was
Not what it could have been
Nor ever will be
Nor ever could bring it back
Mood music sounds in somber tones
It listens to final harmony
Remembering the past
Remembering what happened
Knowing no more will
The dirge plays for hardest heart of stone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem