Worthless all,
Our talk, our bug.
Worthless all,
Our relationship
Our possessive.
And we are finite
In infinite.
I don't want to say anything
since all falsehood are there.
I don't want to do anything here
since all are wrongfully present.
I don't want to stay here to listen
since all are worthless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem