The dead feels no pain
The pain is felt by the bereaved
The dead feels no pang
The fang of death pierce the soul of
the ones left behind
When we shed tears
it is for the void left behind
It is for the nostalgia that will eternally burden our heart
It is for the regret of actions not taken
Our grieve is for the living
Death hurts not the dead
Death hurts the living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem