They heard a symphony, they heard a sweet voice
They didn't know my heart cracked
It was that noiseI built, they bent
They break, I mend, but it repeats the same
I am tired, how can I try again?
Without a heart, what will I do with the brain? I cried, I tried, I thought in despair
It broke so many times, how can I repair? In the home, sitting alone, with some grief and sorrow
I realized there were none
The heart, from whom I can borrowAll my efforts went to vain
Oh my friend, it is the endLiving in the world with uncertainty
It's the fate that took me to the shore of the sea
With a heavy heart where lies nothing but melancholy
Others saw sunset, do you know what did I see?
Not in every end
There lies tragedy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem