I ran with my sins for long in the dim
which i carry on my shoulders
And from their burden, i cried out of grief
when the world became at the end
i ran hiding behind my sins
i was scared from that dreadful wind
that was speeding and swallowing the world after me
At this moment I remembered the prophecy
that belongs to god saying 'All the world will vanish '
He gave me chances to throw the sins out of me
i kept running and running until i find that ocean
which curbed my legs and the end of my escape
i looked back and i closed my eyes facing the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the end of the world is a secret-well set