Living someone else's life in a cosplay
Hiding ourselves under a mask
Being incognito, not revealing what we really are
Here the time slips, and here we change our mask
Playing a different character
Still unknown to what we really are
Webbing our own world, leaving this land behind
Adding more masks to our own life
And here we again take a step, away from what we really are
Untuning the strings of the guitar
Finally, this play comes to an end
We pass by, still unknown to what we really are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what we really are - no answer.
I agree, Sir.