This World feels strange however I try to look differently at it
It might be because I do not know the way it goes on the lit
Lights of the eve or in the bright light of the morn, well it
Doesn't matter all the time, because I have got work, so I sit
And focus on the theory, besides the mild injury due to the huge hit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem