Through the darkest dark there's anoter life
Through a dark frozen life
Through a long snowy night
Through a chilly mourning winter day
I wake up again and I admire
Still I can shake my hands
Oh i'm still alive
Still things around me somehow survive!
Although everyone fell slave to their greeds
Although everyone have changed their faces
Alas how it hurts me inside
When I see pities of people around have got suicide
And this fact hurts me the most
Even more than the miserable war
Cuts me like a sharp sword to a million parts
How admiring that there is a different life through the dark
And how many painful facts come to light through the dark
Like an unexceptable sharp slap
There's a different life in the dark
Things I can see more clear than I used to see them through the light
Never knew that there are facts can't be hidden even when its darkest dark
Yet how strange that there are things in the life absolutely
can't be seen through
the light!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem