I am not a poet.
I'm sorry, okay? Trick?
You see, I only shed tears silently.
Why do you call me a poet?
My sadness is everyone's misfortune.
I used to have insignificant happiness.
So insignificant
If I tell you, I will blush.
Today I thought about death.
I want to die just because I'm tired.
Just because of the angel portrait on the cathedral window
Makes me tremble with love and sadness.
Just because I'm as meek as a mirror now.
Like an unfortunate and sad mirror.
Look, I'm not a poet.
I'm just a sad child who wants to die.
Don't be surprised at my sadness.
And don't ask me.
I will only say something useless to you.
So futile
That I really ...
Cry like you're dying.
My tears are as sad as your rosary.
But I'm not a poet.
I am just a gentle and thoughtful child.
I love all ordinary life.
I saw the passion fade away.
For those things that have left us.
But you laugh at me and you don't understand me.
I think I am a patient.
I am really a patient.
I will die a little every day.
I can see, just like those things.
I am not a poet.
I know that if you want to be called a poet
Should live a completely different life.
The blue sky forgotten in the smoke.
Dark clouds are like ragged fugitives.
I use them to express this last love.
This love is bright and dazzling
Like a blush on the face of a lung patient.