Sounds of life continue to echo all around, insensitive
to the grief and sorrow I hold out in anguish before me.
Feeling like I've been ripped in half, my heart sinks
ever deeper out of sight.
There are no words of love or caring to reach my ears,
they have all died, having been caught on a shirt sleeve
wiped with snot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem