I do not know, where the world
is going? It means drifting back to perfection
No school of thoughts.
It is a naked pain.
No existence, minus god, and
individualization. Love is winding up.
No cult is white.
All pilgrims want to escape from
poverty. I am afraid, Blood was in shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem