Here is dark and dark and
Nothing is fixes.
Though dark nothing dead
Everything is in processes
Just go back go back go back.
Neither ice nor fire
Neither cold nor heat
No one can say this is this.
What is stolen is only heart
That caused suffering
And that has been stolen away.
Okay okay okay
I do admit You are in both side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem