So I will leave you where I found you, 
on a sunlit street in summer
with the noise and dust swirling in eddies around us.
But I'm wearing new scars, 
and a wound that may never heal, 
desperately wishing for another end.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
a beautiful poem! clear, consise, and beautiful imagery.