It looks like a huge dream,
I can feel the cold air blowing upon my skin,
I can hear the horrible voices shouting in the surrounding,
I try to shout loudly to call a help, but no one can hear me,
For now, I know the weakness of myself,
Suddenly, I realize no one can ever help me except God, then I pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem