Why is there a burning sensation in the chest and a storm in the eyes?
Why is everyone in this city worried?
If you have a heart, find an excuse to beat
Why is it as lifeless as a stone?
What a place it is, what a world it is
As far as the eye can see, there is only dust
We did not find what we were looking for
With this excuse, but we saw the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem