Beautiful, beautiful words but together in life,
But there is no life,
Just the shadows, drifting aimlessly in the minds,
Apart from who we can be,
The silvery moon can create light,
So why are we dark, gloomy souls,
The endless horror in which we live,
Can be changed,
But to grasp reality too hard can make its difference,
The translucent love is gratefully still there,
But is hard to see for our eyes are blocked,
Continually forgetting what this once stunning world had,
The ominous ghost the haunts us as we stumble,
But there are still the brilliant stars in the black night,
And the sun behind the storm,
For we must cast those mysterious spirits away,
And find the light inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must all burn like fountains of the sun nagourta