I have witnessed the time - honoured dramas,
And I have seen the writing on the wall.
Sometimes, I feel as detached as angels.
Sometimes, I wish that I'd never been born.
I have witnessed the wild, futile pursuits
And all bold human 'glories' turn to dust.
Sometimes, I feel like I've been here before.
Everything recurs again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem