Life is as unfair and fair as you make it out to be.
And, people believe that treachery is drama and such.
But, real treachery is not to hear the stillness or difference in silence
Or, the love that would spread beyond the blue yonder or to see more than the weary colors of sunrise to sunset.
So, you see the truest treachery is not taking the smallest of moments to feel the simplest, most divine things is that life will offer with no heart at cost.
And, even through life and death apart it is peace we see, for which we live, and die for.
The end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem