This hopeless inside of the empty heart;
Torture, broken, sinking down through the time;
Started to fly off to hell's gate toward;
Felt tired seeing bitter yelling sometime.
Looking for suitable place with tired smile;
The lonely gazed, look at the guardian;
Shaking, ran, crawled, through the darkness pile;
Silent took sadness insignificant.
But people couldn't see the tears pieces;
Tearing weak chest with the smallness cared;
Teardrops drifted away only to flies;
And jumped from another and disappeared.
While Somebody started to bothering;
While the broken has already dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem