Translation
Which way?
I am not a lover of sadness.
However, there has been pain of separation.
Firing my heart
And get the smell of burnt flesh.
Watch the sun set
wait for the rising sun.
The sun rises, a new day starts
And the sun set in the horizon.
But not complete my hang around.
Waiting with huge stress ...
I understand in the end,
there is no ally of my sorrow.
Is to take it alone.
Flaming with grief
Forced to wear by the end of life ...
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