Is love a curse?
Is life fake?
Is there a heaven and hell?
Why do I ask myself this?
Why? ...
Real life for the dead.
A sun that shines darkness.
A doorway to fall.
A life without hope.
Time passes as i ask myself this questions,
I must answer them now.
Get up and do something with your life! ! !
But how? ...
Alight strikes in the center of the theater
and there I am,
in the middle of the stage.
All I say is: 'Give me hope' (with a sadly voice)
and then I died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem