First day she live for happiness
The next day she live for sadness
And when the sun goes down
She carries on with her wonder
Why the sunrise comes again
And the days past by when it’s a
Coldness in the conversation
She live with her dreams conservated
When she may leave now
She comes then back like the dark sack
Another sunny day she pray for goodness
Each day she sees the hate for traces
And when the sun goes down
She carries on with her wonder
Why the days become longer
And the days past by when it’s a
Coldness in the conversation
She live with her dreams conservated
When she may leave now
She comes then back like the dark sack
Outside so good but inside
Hot as hell but still frozen
She is a package of dreams conservated
That’s trying to think to not remember
Then asking her where the bad luck comes from
And then cry out loud but still don’t know why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem