If the wind were my best friend,
I would raise the ship of loneliness up to the sky
And I would hide in the thick mist of the clouds,
So I wouldn't feel my mortal pain anymore.
So much drama lies within a being,
That not even through death it fades,
It passes from one being to another,
Making this world even sadder.
Will this pain ever stop?
This pain that makes many disappear
And instead of peace and joy,
It brings a grim agony to the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem