I set here in my room, all I can hear is the fan blowing the clock clicking.
I have a millions of things going through my mind.
So many questions to be answered, but these questions can’t be answered.
When I look at the stars,
So beautiful, so bright
I felt alive in that moment of time
I want everything to freeze for the night
But nothing can be the same on how it use to be.
No one can be glad on what they have.
So they envy what others have.
Why, is it, we live in a time where people believe the lies?
But they cant listen to what’s right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem