Living also I couldn't live
The bowl of nector i couldn't drink
Diyng also they weren't die
They didn't afraid of life- journey
You who remember yourself alive
Only living
What is the meaning of that life
Neither flow nor flower
Neither emotion nor cry
Neither dream nor dedication
Left the violin of life without play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem! ! ! how are you? seems like youre very busy today..