life is now busier than street
body seems uglier than a cheat
mind is really blind of in kind
love pants in an awkward bind,
we are all meaningless crazy page
crowded with lover's love case.
nothing is ended here with a sigh
nothing is starting here with a lie
everything is in a thing to think
eternity may occur in its blink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem